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Oh yeah.

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Horrified by the bizarre scene that they just witnessed, the two hired suits huddle up in a corner while whimpering like little girls. It's really unsettling to see someone who's around the same build as my own father to be acting like this, but I can't really blame them.

"Oh God..." one of them repeats over and over again. "What the fuck WAS that!?"
"I didn't see nothing," the other mumbles. "You didn't see nothing either, got it?"
"Wwwwwwwhat do you mean, 'nothing!?' Those swords fucked that Faceless guy up and-"
"And there's no guarantee that they won't decide to fuck -us- up again," he says, cutting off his comrade. "You think that we'd be able to get off with just a missing finger if that happened?"
"Oh Jesus Christ we're both gonna die."

But s much fun as it is to see these two guys scared out of their minds, I should probably get around to leaving my little "message" before Theresa gets too impatient with me.


>HA HA HA
>FACELESS A SHIT
>[OTHER]

>>45909832
>FACELESS A SHIT

>>45909832
>>[OTHER]
JUSTICE PREVAILS!

>>45909832
Next time hire better guards.

>>45909832
>>FACELESS A SHIT

>>45909832
>>HA HA HA
Higurashi no Cecile.

>>45909832
>FACELESS A SHIT

PGQ VN when?

>>45910504
Never.

>>45910536
>magikarp.jpg

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>>45910504


>writing

>>45910556
You know this is all us psychologically manipulating you to make more stuff for us, right?

>>45910690
It doesn't work.

>>45910705
He is slaving to make us the VN, it worked.

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My light sword lingers in the air for a few seconds before stabbing deep into the floor.

"OH GOD IT'S BACK!" one of the men screams. "I TOLD YOU MAN, WE'RE GONNA DIE!"
"Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee..." the other mutters while repeatedly making the cross gesture.

But I'm not really paying attention to them. Instead, I focus on the act of vandalism that I'm about to commit. And as I raise the light sword in the air, for whatever reason I find myself flashing back to one of the many arguments that I watched Mina have online.

Oh that's just perfect.


>[1/?]

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>>45911224
>[2/2]


It only takes a few seconds to complete my masterpiece.

"......you seriously just carved that into their floor," Theresa says.
"Yup!" I say, grinning ear to ear (not that anyone can tell).
"Why did you decide to leave -that- as your parting message."
"Because it's funny," I reply. "And also true."

Carved in the floor as neatly as I could manage are the words "FACELESS A SHIT." All caps.


>okay, time to get the hell out of here
>let's wait a little longer to see what happens

>>45911362
She took the time to put a period at the end there? That's cute.

>>45911362
>>okay, time to get the hell out of here
We've had our fun.

>okay, time to get the hell out of here

>>45911362
>>let's wait a little longer to see what happens

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>writing

>>45911362
>>okay, time to get the hell out of here

Remember that thing with the guards hoping for backup?

>>45911621
Her horns kinds look like dicks.

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>>45911782
That's because she's a drunken slut who will never be as pure as other waifus.

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>>45911782

>>45911782
I see it.

>>45911782
Fun fact, in shadowrun there are rules for cyberdicks, and you can in fact add them to your forehead like horns.

>>45911939
Fun fact dickhead, you can go tape a dildo to your head right now.

>>45911966
But I can't make it alternate between errect and flaccid at will, or make it cum.

Besides it would be just a dildo tapped on to me, this lets you have it be YOUR horndick.

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>>45911966
>implying I haven't already done this.

>>45912015
>But I can't make it alternate between errect and flaccid at will, or make it cum.
Sure you can, just get a better model.

Cut it out.

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>>45912211

>>45912416
In all honesty the finger may actually have been useful if Faceless has ever had fingerprints taken before he became a branch user.

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"NOW are you done?" Theresa asks.
"Yeah," I nod. "time to get the hell out of nere?"
"It's long past that time."

Theresa then begins to start towards the door, but I pull back.

"What now?" she groans.
"Umm..."

I look in my free hand. At the SEVERED FINGER in my hand. I don't even know what the hell possessed me to pick it up, or why I'm not puking up my guts looking at it.

Must be the adrenaline.

Yeah, that's the story I'm going to use.

Materializing another sword of light, I float it over towards the stand where the gaudy turtle statue lies untouched. And just as the men cower in fear that GHOST SWORDS are going to destroy the thing that they were hired to protect, I convert it to a bright flash of light that fills the room once again.

"Oh God..." one of the men cries. "If that stupid thing's go-"

His jaw drops.

"JESUS CHRIST A FINGER'S ON TOP OF THE CASE!!!"


>[1/2]

>>45912480
>[2/2]

While the men scream at the sudden appearance of a severed bodypart, me and Theresa hurry out of the room and into the hallway. Relieved by the lack of people to serve as obstacles in our path, we move along...


>elevator
>stairs

>>45912526
>elevator

It seemed like CC was super drained and that will probably fail an endurance check. That being said, the moment those 2 goons report what happened the entire building will be flooded and the likely escape routes blocked.

Speed + Not Testing CC's Limited Stamina = Good.

>>45912526
>>elevator

>>45912526
>stairs
Some one can cut the power to the elevator.

>>45912686
And we can consider it impossible for CC to hustle down the stairs in any amount of time before the exits are blocked.

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>>45912741
>And we can consider it impossible for CC to hustle down the stairs in any amount of time before the exits are blocked.
Speaking from personal experience here.
Going up eighteen flights of stairs is absolute hell, but going back down isn't any real strain at all aside from the time it takes.


>writing

I recall in high school having to do body weight exercises involving stairs and after awhile your knees get rattled and doing anything sucks. Going off the fact that she could barely run several blocks I went with the worst case assumption of how shite her physique is.

>>45912971
I say this as someone completely sedentary. Going up a lot of stairs isn't a big deal if you're just walking. Sure if you try to keep the same pace as for regular walking you'll start to have labored breath after five flights or so, but there's no reason to rush.

"Mind if we take the elevator this time?" I ask as we approach it.
"...yeah, fine," Theresa shrugs. "It's probably more dangerous for us to stop on the stairs after what happened, too."

Memories of the countless action movies with stairwell gunfights that I watched with my father fill my mind.

"Good point."

Just as I'm about to push the elevator button, a familiar chime sounds and the doors begin to open. Luckily, Theresa's completely on point and pulls me out of the way before like ten sunglasses guys spill out into the hallway.


>[1/?]

>>45913690
>[2/2]

Once the elevator looks to be free, me and Theresa hurry inside... just in time for the stairwell door to slam open and even more armed goons to come pouring out. Suddenly I'm really glad that we didn't go that way.

"Oh God..."

Theresa leans against the back wall as the elevator door closes and we begin the long ride down.

"You okay?" I ask, still holding her hand.
"Just exhausted," Theresa replies. "Mentally, I mean."


>let the theresa have her little break
>let's talk about what just happened

>>45913863
>>let's talk about what just happened
It's like, we totally freaked that guy.

>>45913863
>let the theresa have her little break

>>45913863
>let the theresa have her little break

She's probably not pleased with our actions, so we should let her think things through and let her initiate the conversation. Pestering her now will just make her more aggravated.

>>45913863
Check to make sure there are no cameras in the elevator then.
>let the theresa have her little break

>>45913863
>let the theresa have her little break

>>45913863
>Inform that which is your waifu that you have removed the weed and are now ready for a relationship.

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>writing

>>45911621
Why does Suika have skirtbulge?

>>45912211
u [TRIGGERED]?

>>45912873
I find it easier to go up stairs than down stairs because the arches on my foot have arthritis and the impulse of stepping onto them down stairs hurts a lot

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With nothing else to do, I think back to that whole thing with Faceless that just happened. And while it sure as hell felt great to get back at that piece of shit, I'm all too aware that I took things kind of far there.

"...hey," Theresa mumbles. "You gonna be okay?"
"Eh?" I blink a few times. "I'm not really tired or anything."
"Not that," she shakes her head. "I mean like... all this violent shit that you've been caught up in lately."
"Oh."


>how do I respond?

>>45914287
We'll be ok. We can handle it, like a man! Or girl.

>>45914287
Don't worry, I'm sure all this violent stuff is only happening so that anyone spectating, or perhaps participating in controlling, my life gets a fun ride full of conflict and plot-relevant decisions.

I'm actually kind of looking forward to my duel with my murdervoice. It's gonna be TOTALLY immersive and narrative-driven.

>>45914287
"I'm, uh, kinda getting used to it? Is it bad that I think that?"

>>45914287
What? Oh that's fine.

>>45914287
No. I don't I'll ever truly be ok anymore. Did you see what I did to Faceless back there? No one who qualifies as "ok" could do that to another person.

>>45914423
LONDON

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>writing

"I think I'm kind of getting used to it," I say to her. "...is it bad that I think that?"
"Kinda, yeah," Theresa nods. "Claiming fingers as trophies and shit..."
"That -was- kind of horrible, wasn't it," I mumble.
"At least you didn't try and keep it, though," she sighs. "Like making a necklace of them."

I will never be THAT bad,

"Don't worry," I reply. "I don't really think that I count as 'okay' anymore but I -am- able to handle it. Both of us are, " I say, squeezing her hand.
"Heh," she smiles faintly. "As long as you don't change -too- much. I don't know what I'd do if you ended up going full psycho."


>[1/?]

>>45914834
(They are wearing gloves, right?)

>>45914854
Yes.
Cecile's entire body is covered up and Theresa's costume only exposes her lower face.

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>>45914834

It seems as if we're about to have some kind of a moment here, but then the elevator starts to slow down and Theresa goes back into alertmode. Pulling us to the side of the cab opposite the floor buttons, she crams us into the corner until it finally comes to a stop.

"........"

Theresa goes rigid as the door opens.

"Huh?" a man's voice calls out. "It's the elevator."
"Why's it back down here?" another asks.
"I dunno, maybe it's that Faceless guy?"
"Ain't nobody retarded enough to take the elevator after breaking in somewhere."

Next thing I know, the business end of a handgun is thrust into the elevator cab, followed by the man who's holding it. He sweeps left and then right, lingering way too long with that thing pointing at me before finally leaving.


>[2/?]

>>45914984
Am I odd in pondering that Mr. Gauthier is gonna show up on scene and mistake Theresa for Faceless?

>>45914984
>[3/3]


"C'mon, hurry up before the door shuts," Theresa whispers to me seconds before pulling me along with her out of the elevator.

Fortunately, we don't have any more guns (unknowingly) pointed us on the way out of the building. And since this place is locked from the inside, we're able to just push the doors open and hurry on outside. To freedom.

I've never been so happy to breathe fresh air.

We waste no time in heading back to the convenience store that serves as Theresa's "secret base," walking right past the store attendant to get to the back room.

"Great, our stuff's still here," I say, breathing a long sigh of relief when I see the duffel bag still sitting in the windowsill where Theresa left it.
"I wouldn't have left it here if it wasn't secure," Theresa replies.
"Well I'm glad it is."

I can't wait to get this tight uncomfortable creeper clothing off of me.


>I'm planning on getting back to the hotel after this
>I was going to do something else first

>>45915182
>I'm planning on getting back to the hotel after this
Ask what Theresa is going to do after this.

>>45915182
>>I was going to do something else first
Taking a walk with T after all the excitement. Calling C to let her know the good news.

>>45915182
>>I'm planning on getting back to the hotel after this

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>writing

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And for the first time in like two hours, Theresa lets go of my hand.

"Don't forget to stay quiet," Theresa says to me in a hushed voice. "Since they can hear us now."
"Gotcha," I nod.
"Oh-" she points at me. "I'm just gonna burn that stuff you're wearing so you don't have to worry about being careful with it."
"Aye aye."

First these stupid goggles that have been pushing the lenses of my glasses into my eyes are removed. Then I pull off this stupid ski mask and toss it to the ground.

"Aww man," I groan while looking into the bathroom mirror. "Now my hair's all sweaty and matted."
"I know how you feel," Theresa replies as she pulls off her wig and places it inside her bag. "I'm gonna take a long shower like the second I get home."

a sight that we will never enjoy

damn you


>[1/?]

>>45915546
Overchan, I do believe Otheresa would be more than happy to oblige you in that request.

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>>45915546

Next goes this stupid tight turtleneck that I just KNOW the other Theresa schemed for me to wear. It feels SO refreshing not to have my torso constricted like that... I have no idea how the hell Allison's able to stand wearing those tight dresses she likes to put on when she goes out clubbing.

But then again, I've always been a "comfort over looks" kind of person.

"Nngh..."

Now completely topless aside from the gauze binding her chest, Theresa strains to get it undone. Looking at her doing that makes me feel like a total jackass for complaining about the way that shirt fit.


>[2/?]

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>>45915636


just turn a little bit

just a little bit more

While trying NOT to ogle my friend while she changes, I finish slipping out of my burglar clothes and finally get to slipping on my super wonderful comfy attire.

"Yeah..." I say to myself while fixing my hair in the mirror, "I finally feel like myself again."
"That's nice to hear," Theresa mumbles.

I glance over and find her in the midst of sliding her shirt on. And while Charlotte's body is wonderfully toned, Theresa has those ABS and-

No no it is not time to ogle my friends. Stop that, me.


>[3/?]

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>>45915709
>[4/4]

After a little while, Theresa finishes packing all the stuff she brought with her back into her duffel bag. Slinging the huge thing over her shoulder like it was nothing, she takes my hands and we head back into the store proper. And once the awkward process of returning the bathroom key to its proper hiding place is complete, we leave the store and go outside.

"Well..." Theresa breathes a long sigh, "...that was certainly a night."
"Really," I nod. "Thanks for helping me out, Theresa."
"Thanks for not murdering him," she replies.

Not that I didn't kind of -want- to, but still.

"So I guess I'll call you up tomorrow?" Theresa asks.
"Sure," I reply. "As long as it's not too early."
"You don't need to worry about that," she laughs. "I'm probably not gonna get up before noon after all of today's bullshit."

And after another round of goodbyes, we part ways for the night.


>call someone
>the cecile is hungry and tired, time to get back to the hotel

>>45915933
>call someone
Tell Char we're on our way

>>45915933
>>the cecile is hungry and tired, time to get back to the hotel
Let's get back to our one and only waifu.

>>45915933
>>call someone
C

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>writing

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While I -am- on the way back to the hotel right now, I'm sure that Charlotte's worried sick about me. Especially since I don't see Rhaccy around anywhere, she must have no idea where I am right now.

And that is why I do the responsible thing and call her up.

"Cecile!?"

She's so loud that I actually have to pull the phone away from my ear.

"Oh my God are you okay!?" Charlotte shouts. "Where are you!?"
"On the way back to the hotel," I reply. "Sorry for making you worry."
"I'm just glad that you're safe!"

Wow, it sounds like she's on the verge of tears.

"how far away are you?" Charlotte asks. "Because if it's too far, I can have a cab sent to where you are..."
"No, that's fine," I shake my head. "I'll be back at the hotel in like ten minutes."
"If you're sure..." she mumbles.
"But I -will- be longer if someone ate my food since I'm freaking starving and-"
"Your food's safe," Charlotte laughs. "Want me to war-"

Suddenly she stops talking.

"Charlotte?" I call out.
"Sorry, it looks like someone's on the other line."


>tell her to pick it up
>tell her to let them wait

>>45916295
>tell her to pick it up

>>45916295
>>tell her to pick it up

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>writing

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"Go ahead and pick it up then," I say.
"But you..."
"It's fine, I'll be over there in ten minutes anyways," I reply. "Really, you need to quit worrying so much."
"If you say so," Charlotte sighs. "Just hurry back, okay? Gabrielle's worried about you too."
"Will do."

As I put away my phone, a massive amount of guilt drops onto me out of nowhere. I mean, I hadn't even really thought about how much Charlotte worries about me before I went and did this whole burglary thing. If Charlotte had ran off and did the same thing while I was stuck waiting at home, I'd probably be tearing out my hair in anxiety until she came back.

And that is all the motivation I need to pick up my pace and hurry the hell up.


>[1/?]

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>>45916502
>[2/2]


Once I feel the Synapse that results from my approach, I end up breaking into a light jog until I finally reach the hotel. And surprisingly enough, I'm actually not winded!

Not wanting to waste that little miracle, I waste no time in heading for the elevator and going straight up to the top floor where my lovely girlfriend awaits. When I open the door to the suite, I'm met with the delicious aroma of reheated Chinese food...

...but it looks like Charlotte's still on the phone. Bah, I was hoping to greet her with a kiss.


>do it anyways
>bother the gabrielle instead
>imma eat mah foods now
>[OTHER]

>>45916714
>>do it anyways
A quick greeting before devouring our food.

>>45916714
>do it anyways
I'm sure she'll apreciate it anyways

>>45916714
>do it anyways

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>writing

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Charlotte waves at me as I enter the kitchen and make my way to the table where my long-awaited dinner is. But instead of taking a seat at the table, I double back and plant one right on Charlotte's lips. While she's in midsentence.

So surprised that she nearly drops her phone, Charlotte's face turns bright red as she hits me with that cute pouting thing she does when she's pretending to be mad. Naturally, I have no intention of apologizing.

"...sorry, Cecile's here," Charlotte mumbles into her phone once she pulls herself back together. "I'll talk to you later."

Aaaaaand now that glare looks like a real one.


>[1/?]

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>>45917001
>[2/2]

"So," Charlotte stomps over to me and stares right into my eyes. "My father informs me that Faceless was just successfully fended off for the first time in years by, and I quote 'sparkling ghost swords.'"

News really does travel fast.

"He also tells me that said 'sparkling ghost swords' cut one of his fingers off, stabbed him in the side, forced him to use his cape to escape, and then proceeded to carve, and I quote again, 'Faceless a shit' into the floor before returning said finger."
"Eheh..." I look away from her.
"Am I right in assuming that you were behind this?"


>kiiiiinda?
>hell yes I did and I'd do it again
>sorry, I got carried away there
>[OTHER]

>>45917083
>sorry, I got carried away there

>>45917083
>*Praise me more*
>kiiiiinda?

>>45917083
>kiiiiinda?
>sorry, I got carried away there

>>45917083
>kiiiiinda?

>>45917083
>>sorry, I got carried away there

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I'm not really sure how she'll react so I guess noncommittal is the best option.

"Umm," my lips stretch into a pained smile, "kiiiinda?"
"'Kinda?'" Charlotte repeats in a much less cute tone of voice.
"I kinda maybe did all that I guess?" I shrug.
"Cecile..."

Charlotte lets out a long, exasperated groan before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug.

"Do you have -any- idea how much you worry me, Cecile Navarre?" Charlotte asks while burying my face in her chest.
"Sorry," I mumble while enjoying this most pleasant sensation. "I know I got carried away there."
"Yeah, you really did."


>[1/?]

>>45917268
Perfect time to remember how much we stink

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>>45917268


Placing her hand on my chin, Charlotte tilts my head upwards as she leans hers down towards me. I close my eyes in anticipation of the sensation of her soft lips pressing against my own...

"Oh hey!"

What wonderful timing.

"Charlotte, why didn't you tell me that Cecile was back!" Gabrielle calls out as she tromps into the kitchen with Shary in tow. "I was worried about her too, you know!"
"Ugh..." pulling away from me, Charlotte inhales deeply while rolling her eyes at her sister.

And then I remember that she's got those enhanced senses and that I have to absolutely REEK of sweat and grime and now all I want to do is turn invisible forever.


>[2/3]

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>>45917327
>[3/3]

Even though I might not have been pacing around the entire time you were gone like Charlotte here," Gabrielle says while pointing at her sister, "I -do- worry that you're gonna get caught up in more crazy evil people stuff like last time."

It's probably too late for that.

"Especially with that Faceless jerk still running around..." Gabrielle shakes her head.


>I don't think we need to worry about him for a while
>sorry, I'll try not to be so reckless in the future
>I regret nothing!
>[OTHER]

>>45917366
>>I don't think we need to worry about him for a while
>>sorry, I'll try not to be so reckless in the future

>>45917366
>sorry, I'll try not to be so reckless in the future

>>45917366
>sorry, I'll try not to be so reckless in the future

>>45917366
>>I regret nothing!
Either risk now, on our terms, or risk later, on his terms. One of the few decisions CC could be proud of in this quest.

Looks like we managed a decently long thread this time around, with a decent amount of activity to boot.
Depending on how fast or slow things go, there look to be two threads max before the end of the in-game day and we switch over to Joshua for a little while. I'm kind of looking foward to that.

The next thread will be Sunday night.


and now questions

>>45917406
Sure, but we can still regret making them worry.

>>45917445
What is CC's current percentage of vine overgrowth?

>>45917445
Do you think you’ll ever do a school episode where the cast actually interacts with anyone not part of the main-group? Seems like there are only about a dozen people in the world (making that annoying hotel guy one of the most important people in the world).

>>45917454
>What is CC's current percentage of vine overgrowth?
It's not a percentage thing, it's an all-or-nothing event.

>>45917470
>Do you think you’ll ever do a school episode where the cast actually interacts with anyone not part of the main-group? Seems like there are only about a dozen people in the world (making that annoying hotel guy one of the most important people in the world).
Maybe?
The cast is purposefully small in contrast to Princess Guard's 60+ named characters and school isn't exactly the most important place in the story but I might do something with it eventually.


And now I sleep. Thanks for playing!

For further questioning:
http://maouzenigame.tumblr.com/

Game production blog:
https://studioarchelon.wordpress.com/

>>45917500
Thank you for writing!

>>45912211
I'd never have started if you were not quitting.