“It's simple, really.” The girl turned, revealing white skin marred by dozens of scars. She walked forward, placing her hands on Elisabeth's shoulders. Smiling softly and speaking in a quiet voice. “He wouldn't dissect me dozens of times in an attempt to isolate what made me immortal, would he? He wouldn't roast me alive and cut my limbs from my body to see if they would regrow, right? He wouldn't crush my body to see if the nerves and destroyed tissue would rebuild, right? This might seem like a gift. To Johannes, it's a science project. One without a mind, feelings, or pain. I almost wished I could die, just to escape that hell. Being offered a way out this easily, I'd be insane not to take it. You know what I mean?”

Elisabeth was silent, as the girl smiled softly and stepped closer. Karin closed her eyes and puckered her lips as if to kiss the woman. The maid wasn't prepared to stop her and just prepared to let it happen.

“Traitor.” A simple, short sentence crossed the air, as a short, tan woman spoke. Elisabeth tried to step back, as Karin's eyes widened. The maid felt the air shift and forced herself to move faster. As she pulled pack, she had to watch Karin get pulled off her feet and slammed into the shower wall. As the girl hit the wall, she exploded, splattering the wall with blood, gore, and organs. The girl fell to the floor with a meaty thump as the tan girl began walking forward. “Trash like this must be disposed of. My name is Grace, and I'm here with an offer. Join Johannes and I won't crush you like trash.”

Karin took a shuddering breath as her body began healing. The tan girl didn't even glance over, as another, heart-rending crunch splattered even more blood through the air onto the walls and floor. Elisabeth couldn't see the body through the shower wall, but could only imagine how damaged the girl's body had been. She bit her lip, as Grace stared at her with no change in emotion. Her hand tightened around the rifle. How would she get through this?

>roll 1d100

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>353639
I really hope this works.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>353639

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>353639

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>353639

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>353639
>>353639
More yuri

Forgot options:
>bluff our way through this
>full daka; we have a target
>Write-In
Only the first 3 rolls were are being taken.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>353693
>>Write-In
>>353686

Even more yuri.

>>353693
In that case, try bringing the new girl over to our side too. Johannes seems like a dick.

>>353693
>>full daka; we have a target
What other option is there? Call for back up and let everyone see us naked? We fight!

>>353686
question from before are we even pure/virgin since the thought process is to hold off on the shota dick.

>>353701
Only Karin is naked; Elisabeth only went to monitor their newest comrade.
>>353706
Mentally or physically? She has used sex to get in with a target before killing them, so no, she isn't a virgin.

>>353719
Both I guess,

>>353727
She sees sex as a tool, so the notion of virginity is something she tossed aside. If her target wants her in bed, she'll use sex to get close. Would she climb willingly into young master's bed if ordered? I doubt it. That's not what a normal maid would do.
>>353697
>even more yuri
Since Karin is KIA, want to make that recruit new tan girl?

>>353755
>KIA

I thought she could regenerate?

>>353755
sure

>>353765
She can, but for all instances and purposes, she is KIA currently. She has been impaled to the ground by her own, broken limbs through her organs. Unless they are pulled free and she is allowed to regenerate, she is effectively done for now.

>>353775
Then let's recruit new girl, then save Karin.

>>353755
hmm, so would she put on a act of a blushing maiden if the master does jump her, or would she use her 'tools' to teach him.

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Elisabeth continued backing up while staring at the tan girl. If Karin was cursed, this girl must have been extremely blessed. She lowered her assault rifle slowly and spoke firmly.

“I don't know what Johannes did to you, but I'm willing to help you if you need an escape. Join us and we'll give you a second chance at life! A life where you won't need to be experimented on. A life without Joh-”

Elisabeth felt an invisible force clamp down on her throat, as the tan girl stared at her with contempt. The force tightened, halting the flow of blood. Elisabeth felt her vision dimming, as the girl muttered. “Second chance at life? Johannes gave me that when people like you tossed me aside. People like you!”

The force released her and she took a deep breath. Raising her rifle, Elisabeth switched from burst to auto. Opening fire, she aimed center of mass and directed her firepower there. The bullets shot all over the bathroom, hitting everywhere but the girl. The girl just watched with disdain as Elisabeth dumped her entire magazine. Dropping the empty, Elisabeth reached for her second magazine. The girl began walking forward as Elisabeth secured the mag. Moving to slam it into place, Elisabeth felt the same force from before clamp down on her arms, holding her in place. Grace finished walking forward, stopping just in front of Elisabeth to admire the woman.

“You don't understand just how much Johannes has done for the world. How much he did for me, my comrades, even the traitor in that stall. He even cemented your legacy for eternity. You can't imagine how jealous I am of you, maid.”

Reaching up with her hands, Grace grabbed Elisabeth's cheeks, twisting her head to either side. Done looking at her face, Grace's hands traced downwards, pausing on her breasts. Sizing them up firmly, she sighed in resignation. “I found what Johannes changed. You'll know what I'm tal-”

As the girl looked up, Elisabeth spit in her eyes. The girl cursed, stumbling back and swiping at her eyes. The force on Elisabeth vanished, allowing her to slam the magazine in place. Hitting the release switch, the maid brought her rifle to bear on the girl. Grace had finished wiping mucus from one eye and saw the weapon. Motioning with one hand, she yanked the rifle from the maid's grip and threw it behind her into the bathroom. But Elisabeth wasn't finished. Bringing both her hands together, she drew knives from her bands and stepped forward. Grace took her hand away from her eye and brought both her hands up, barely managing to stop Elisabeth's two way assault. The maid tried pushing her weight forward, to complete the stabbing motion, but the force held her in place. The tan girl smiled and laughed.

“You can't fight against Johannes! He's already made the ultimate being, one you can't hope to beat. But I'll stop you right here and now, maid!”

(2/2)
Elisabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As the girl continued laughing, the woman finally spoke.

“You can't beat experience with magical abilities, kid.” Turning her hand inwards with the force, she dropped her knife inwards. Grace only realized then what was happening. As the psychic tried to shift focus, Elisabeth's foot slammed into the butt of the knife, launching it upwards. Grace released her hold on Elisabeth's hand and focused on the one knife. Unfortunately, she stopped neither one. The kicked knife hit the base of her throat. The one in Elisabeth's hand slammed into the pit of her shoulder. The girl could only gasp, blood flowing from her throat onto her uniform. Falling forward, she crashed next to Elisabeth, still trying to struggle. Elisabeth ignored her feeble movements and picked up her rifle. What was her next order of business?

>help Karin (roll 1d100)
>Find the cook in the kitchen (roll 1d100)
>Find the old man (roll 1d100)

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>353908
>>help Karin
She was promised a better life.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>353908
>>help Karin (roll 1d100)

EPIC FAIL!

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>Help Karin

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>353926
>>353921
>>353914
Jesus.

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>>353930
You've saved us.

>help Karin
>23, 6, 22
Nice.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>353930

>>353975
Out of respect for Nat 100, I will let the 94 be included in the rolls instead of just taking the initial 3.

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Turning back into the bathroom, Elisabeth went to see how badly injured Karin was. The girl had been impaled by her own arms through her chest. The psychic really hadn't held back. Reaching down, the maid grabbed the girl's first arm and tore it free. Doing the same with the other, she let both drop onto the bathroom floor. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, she turned on the shower and let the water fall on the bloodstained girl's body. After getting rinsed, it appeared the girl's hair was a light brown. Bubbles came from the girl's mouth, before she shot up with a gasp and splashed water everywhere.

“What happened!? I felt a tug and then darkness!”

Elisabeth pointed towards the body on the floor. Karin stared at the girl for a few moments before turning away. Standing under the flow of the water, she began washing off the gore and dried blood. She quickly finished and turned towards Elisabeth.

“Are the other two here? Joy and Faith?”

Oh shit. Elisabeth grabbed her rifle and sprinted through the rooms. As she entered the living room, she turned into what appeared to be a study. There was a girl with black hair in tears, as the old man consoled her. Turning around, Elisabeth sprinted into the kitchen. She stopped in shock at what she saw.

The cook was standing over a hulking, smoking mass, cleaver clutched in one hand. As the smoke dispersed, it revealed a bleeding girl missing an arm. A huge limb was slammed into the stove; probably the girl's arm. The girl tried to pull herself up, in an attempt to escape. But the cook wasn't having it. Raising his cleaver, he kicked her arm out to one side, making her fall to the ground face-first. The girl tried to speak, but her voice was muffled by the floor. Bringing the cleaver down hard, the cook looked away as blood sprayed and covered the floor. Yanking his cleaver free of the ground, he ignored the blood and red hair that stuck to the blade.

“Hey, Elisabeth. Know this fucker?” He kicked the head, before wincing as something in his body ached. She shook her head and he continued speaking. “Said she was Joy, or something, before transforming into a fucking monster. I gave as good as I got. Took me a while to reach my cleaver, but once I did it was over. Did you get attacked?”

“Yeah. Karin died again.”

“She seems good at it.”

“I think the old man picked up a new addition as well. Faith should be her name, if Karin was right. Fix anything to eat?” Elisabeth walked further into the kitchen, noticing the destroyed furniture and crushed walls. How the cook had fought something that powerful and walked away in one piece was beyond the woman. Pausing next to the girl's head, she knelt down and closed her eyes. The cook sighed and pointed towards the stove.

(2/2)
“I was baking something in there. It was destroyed when she punched it.” The cook shook his head wearily. “She smashed the refrigerator as well, so that food is ruined as well. Might as well finish this mission and head home for food.”

Elisabeth nodded and headed back into the living room. The old man and his new companion walked out. Karin walked from the bathroom, adjusting the black shirt she'd put on. The girl pointed towards the hallway heading towards the back.

“There's only two experiments left. The Destroyer and Johannes' partner. Next is the science labs. Neither should be there. What do you want to do?”

>explore the lab; take more time
>push straight through
>Write-In

>>354184
>>push straight through
What could possibly go wrong?

>>354202
This

Absolutely nothing can go wrong, nothing, yep, nada

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>354202

>not exploring lab for possible weapons or tools
You guys aren't the adventurous types, are you?

>>354330
Gotta get home to young master, no time to be looting.

>>354330
Karin has become a pulp twice
Adam is old and most likely tired by now
We've been through a lot
And the cook, well he's the cook

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“Rather than stopping in the lab at all, we need to continue pushing. If we run into the two experiments, we will exterminate them immediately.” Elisabeth declared, before heading for the door. The old man continued speaking to the girl quietly, before nodding in agreement.

“That's for the best. Ammo count?”

“90 rounds, two magazines in reserve.” Elisabeth responded.

“13 spare rounds and my revolver is fully loaded.” The cook said, checking his revolver impulsively.

“And I have 4 more clips and five left in my clip. We're still in this. Let's go. Faith, lead the way.” The black-haired girl nodded before leading the old man towards the door. They passed the doorway, as Faith looked down then nodded.

“The way is clear. I can't sense either of them on the next floor.”

“Then let's make this quick.”

The five of them made their way through the lab quickly. The old man wanted some bandages and went in search of a first aid kit with Faith. The pair came back with one and a set of surgical knives. Faith set about tucking the blades into an apron she procured. Satisfied, all of them headed to the next floor. As Faith exited the staircase to the stasis room, her eyes narrowed.

“She's here.”

A loud, confident laugh filled the room, as a tall, burly women crossed her arms. All five walked out as the woman surveyed them all. Pointing one hand towards the cook, she motioned for him to step forward.

“You're the strongest in the group fighting-wise. If you duel me alone and win, I'll kill myself. If you lose, I get to kill one of your companions. Deal?”

The cook walked forward, scratching his head. He looked at the woman before reaching into his belt. “No deal, cunt.”

His revolver flew out, as he fired a round perfectly in the center of her head. She reeled back from the hit, but the sound wasn't right. The cook's eyes widened as the woman slowly raised her head, licking the trail of blood running from the bullet lodged in her forehead.

(2/2)
“Good aim. I didn't see the quick-draw, which is a testament to your strength. Faith, you look terrified. Any reason why? Oh yeah...even with your godly reflexes, I still crushed you in every one of our sparring sessions. Why?”

The woman began walking forward, bullet falling to the floor with a ping. She began rolling her shoulders and popping her joints audibly. As she reached the cook, she smiled and muttered. “Simple: raw strength is absolute.”

Her fist flew out, slamming into the cook's stomach. He coughed and vomited, as the force of her punch lifted his feet off the ground. He flew backwards, struggling to draw a breath as his muscles locked up. Karin tried to step in the way, but the woman wouldn't have it.

“Get out of here, small fry.” With a single punch, she blew a hole through Karin's chest. Blood splattered the freezers and instantly froze, as the brown-haired girl fell to the ground with a wet thud. The woman knelt next to the cook and prodded the man with her hand. “You have more than that in ya, right? I'd hate to think I beat you in one-shot, guy.”

“Fuck you.” The cook spat, before coughing again.

Elisabeth glanced at Faith and Adam. Neither looked ready to fight this woman. That left only her to try and support the cook, who was currently on the ground.

>mag-dump; maybe the back is weaker
>attempt to engage close-range
>battle of wits?
>Write-In
>Roll 1d100 for every choice

>>354651
>battle of wits?
Rely on speed and dodging to buy some time for Cook to pull something out of his ass.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>354651
>>battle of wits?
May as well try.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>354672
Forgot to roll.

>>354184
Just decided to join this quest. Read last thread, why is your music taste so good Meido?

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>354651
>mag-dump; maybe the back is weaker

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Got sidetracked and had to attend a meeting. May or may not have a reply this evening. Thanks for reading, comrades!

>>355123
Meido? Are you still here?

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Going on hiatus. Got called back to the military early. Will run again when I have time. Thanks for reading, comrades. Till next time!

>>361202
Ah, okay. Thanks for running.

>>361202
Thanks for running, it was fun. See ya around Meido.

>>361202
Bye Medio

>>361202
Well shit. It was fun man, hope things go well for you.

I'll be running another thread this evening. Here's my twitter, where thread times will be posted. Still new to this QM stuff. https://twitter.com/MeidoCerulean

New thread >>367916