>>469075
I'm not a /k/ faggot, so I have no idea what these guns are, aside from the one who has a blatant "shotgun" in its name...

>>469075
>>Beowulf AR

It is better we take the assault rifle. It have enough firepower to take down toughest opponent.

>>469075
>FK BRNO

>>469075
>>Beowulf AR

>>469083
I have little idea either Anon, just pick whichever one looks cooler or seems more useful.

>>469075
>>469123
Alright, I guess?
>>Beowulf AR

>>469075
>Beowulf AR

>>469083
The AR is basically an M16 that fires a really, really big bullet, whereas the FK is a pistol that shoots a really powerful, expensive bullet.

>>469123
>>469083
Basically, shotgun, assault rifle, and high-calibre pistol

Voting ended; Beowulf AR

>roll 1d100, best of first four

>>469141
Remember to include these descriptions more often with weapon choices, unless this quest is more oriented towards /k/ people only.

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>>469083
>FK BRNO
http://www.gunsweek.com/en/pistols/news/fk-brno-combat-and-sport-field-pistols-75-fk-caliber
A pistol with a round that hits like a freight train at 100 meters

>Beowulf AR
an AR-15 that shoots these

>>469143
Will remember for future posts

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>469142

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>469142
I hope I roll well!

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>469142
Forgot to mention it, but nice to see ya back Meido.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>469142
Nat 1

>3 failures, one success
Rolling with results, starting to write now.
>>469186
It's nice to be back, comrade, Thanks

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Elisabeth grimaced, as she realized what she held was the lower receiver of the Beowulf assault rifle. Tearing open the bag, she grappled for the upper receiver. The men were already closing in. The cook began rolling down the windows, letting in the cool breeze.

“Figure whatever the fuck you're doing back there out fast!” The man shouted, as he aimed his Glock out the window. The maid ignored his angry retort, focusing on assembling the weapon. As she slid the last locking pin in place, she reached for the magazines. They weren't loaded! She locked the empty magazine in place and tore open a box of ammo. Pulling five large rounds from the top, she locked the bolt back and loaded one round manually. The cook had already emptied his magazine at whoever was behind the maid. As the man reloaded, Elisabeth braced her back against the door and brought the heavy rifle up. Releasing her breath, she lined the sights up on the enemy preparing to dive through the window. Squeezing the trigger firmly, she fired the round.

BOOM!

When the recoil slammed her against the door, the maid's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't anticipated this level of power, and almost dislocated her shoulder as the result. Her aim had been off, but it was enough. The man fell to the ground clutching his ear. The bullet had probably passed close enough to rupture the sensitive organ. Elisabeth glanced towards the cook to check on him and realized he was shooting. Eric was trying to shout something, but her mind couldn't process the sound. The ringing started then, as the other result of the powerful rifle took its toll. A hand shot through the open window, grabbing the maid's neck. The maid was tossed further into the car by the man who'd sprinted directly towards her door. As she slammed into the far door, she saw the drugged individual on the outside, trying to force the door open. The cook was firing his weapon point-blank, but the pistol didn't have the stopping power necessary. She noticed his revolver lying sideways in the bag. It was loaded; the cook had prepared for this. She forced herself to move, shifting the rifle in her grip.

>load the rifle and try again
>go for the revolver
>try to retrieve a different weapon
>write in

>>469282
>load the rifle and try again

>>469282
>>go for the revolver

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>>469282
>>go for the revolver

>>469282
>>>go for the revolver

Shit the rifle was little too much for us...

Voting ended; go for the revolver

>roll 1d100, best of 4

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>469315

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>469315

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Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>469315

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>469315

>2 failures, 1 success, 1 critical success
Writing now

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The cook began reloading when the drugged man punched him in the face. The cook fell towards the front with a pained cry, as the maid struggled to clear her fazed brain. Tossing the rifle to one side, she dived across the seat. Her hands closed around the revolver and she locked the hammer to the rear. The door clicked open as the maid sat up. She raised the revolver, aiming it center of mass at the man. He paused as he noticed her, before raising his hands slowly.

“You're...different.” He muttered, before licking his yellowing teeth. The cook was regaining his senses, pushing himself off the steering wheel. Elisabeth didn't let her aim waver a hair, as the drugged man continued speaking. “You have the same feel as us. But you're not crazy. How?”

“Shut up!” She shouted at the ugly man. He was nothing like her. The maid was better than any of these hobos, who used drugs to run away from reality. She had only used the serum to give herself a chance against the enemy. That woman who threatened her life. She shook her head, eyes never leaving the man. “Eric, are you okay?”

“Goddammit! No, fuck this shithead!” The cook whirled in his seat as the slide on his revolver slammed forward. Taking aim over his seat, he fired three rounds into the man's face, sending the drugged man staggering back in response. The cook suddenly doubled over, as his injuries from before took affect again. The injured hobo slowly stood back up, before turning towards the two.

“I'm done running from the voices. I'm sorry, Deborah.” The man slowly fell to his knees, before curling down to scream. Elisabeth could feel the heat building in her body. Something was happening in this man, changing him internally. She lowered her aim and steadied her grip. Firing three rounds into the back of his head, Elisabeth listened to the sound of crunching bone and exploding flesh. The bullets had done their job. She changed her gaze to the cook, who was struggling to regain his composure. His face had pain written on it, as he struggled to maintain his breathing and not pass out. His injuries were worse than he'd let on. The maid bit her lip, trying to decide what to do next.

>try to link up with the Gardener
>attempt to force the gate open
>write-in

>>469444
Sorry; forgot the third choice
>attempt to aid the cook

>>469444
>>attempt to aid the cook
We can't have him passing out on us right now.

>>469444
>>attempt to aid the cook

>>469444
>>attempt first-aid on the cook

>>469444
>>attempt to aid the cook

>attempt to aid the cook
Writing now

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The maid jumped out of the car and ran around to the driver's side door. Yanking it open, she grabbed the cook and pushed him into a seated position. Just moving him that much caused him to grunt in pain. She gingerly touched his chest and received a cry of agony in response. The man grimaced and pushed her away, before leaning forward and clutching at the steering wheel. He struggled to compose himself, as Elisabeth spoke softly but firmly.

“Eric, how injured are you?”

“Haha, I'm fine. I can't let a tiny bruise faze me.” The cook finally regained his smile, but his pale complexion and the sweat showed his true condition. Stepping forward, Elisabeth grabbed his shirt. Before he could react, she tore the cloth away. She gasped softly as she saw underneath. His skin was purple and black all around his chest, from where he'd been hit the previous evening. His chest was basically one giant bruise. If the maid's guess was correct, the man had fractured all of his ribs as well. The cook struggled to maintain his breathing, as the tearing of the shirt had affected his injuries as well. He composed himself shakily and spoke firmly. “How bad is it? It hurts to breathe, but the old man needs me. I can't let some fucking injury stop me now.”

Elisabeth pulled the shirt shut and stepped away. Walking to the back door, she pulled the bag with her weapons from it. She turned towards the cook, thinking in her mind of a response.

>Go somewhere safe; trust me to get this job done
>Make it to the mansion; I'll get the gate open somehow
>Write-In

>>469636
>>Make it to the mansion; I'll get the gate open somehow
He needs to be patched up and things might get ugly here.

>>469636
>>Go somewhere safe; trust me to get this job done
He's too injured to keep going right now.

>>469636
Shouldn't there be a phone at the gate?
Call the gardener and the girls

>>469693
There is a phone; make this an option? Gate is still busted
>>469679
>>469683

>>469693
>>469771
Voting for phone

>>469771
Absolutely phone.

>>469771
Sure lets get some backup in here.

>going with the phone; try to get aid for Cook and rally the forces

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(1/2)
“Wait here. I'm going to go for the phone next to the gate. I'll try to get in contact with the other staff members and the old man.” Elisabeth started walking towards the gate, sliding the storage bag strap further onto her shoulder. She paused and spoke over her shoulder. “I want you to drive the car to the mansion the instant I get this gate open. That will be my next goal once I'm done with the call.”

As she passed the front of the car, she angled her revolver down and back, shooting the man on the ground once. His struggles ended as suddenly as she shot, as the maid continued walking. She passed the large gate and walked to the edge, trying to find the pager. She finally found the small, black box. Pressing the button five times, she waited for the green light to turn red. As it did, she began speaking.

“Whoever has picked up, listen. I need help-”

“Don't worry! Patrick already briefed Faith and me! I'm guarding the mansion inside while she patrols outside. She's armed with knives you gave her or something!” Karin's voice was full of excitement. The girl was too high on adrenaline right now. Elisabeth leaned against the wall, speaking firmly through the speaker.

“Relax and take a deep breath, Karin. I'm sending Cook your way. You'll need to provide immediate medical care for him, okay? Also, do you have any idea where the Gardener went?”

“No. I'll be ready for Eric when you send him, Elisabeth.” The girl's voice was calmer than before, but still held that tinge of jumpiness in it. The girl was still new to the household. This was exciting for her. The maid waited for anyone else to speak. After deciding it was futile to wait any longer, she killed the call and turned towards the gate.

“Where the hell are you, Patrick?” The maid muttered as she walked in front of the gates.

(2/2)
“Right here.” The maid jumped as the calm, cold voice came from directly next to her. Jumping, she swung her revolver towards him instinctively The young man was walking towards the gate on the opposite side of the metal barrier. How he had been so quiet and unnoticeable was beyond the maid. He had a large, one-sided blade in one hand and a shovel in the other. Stabbing the blade into the rocks, he jammed the shovel into the crack at the center of the gate. Forcing it further in, he pried the metal sides apart. Releasing his grip on the shovel, he grabbed one side of the gate and motioned for Elisabeth to grab the other. Together, the two managed to push the gate open enough for the cook to drive through. As the car vanished further up the driveway, the Gardener released his grip on the gate. Doing the same, Elisabeth watched as the gate retracted shut on its own. She turned towards the Gardener as he yanked his blade from the ground and picked up the shovel. She realized both weapons were splattered in something red. He didn't glance towards the maid as he continued walking. “Ran into three men on my way over here. All were strange, but died when I cut their limbs off and severed their heads. Any idea what we're facing here?”

“Hobos desperate for drugs.” The Gardener shot the maid a sarcastic look as she replied. Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, he groaned and picked up his pace. “You don't happen to have anything I requested in that bag, do you?”

“No. Why all of the medieval weapons?”

“Because I like to feel my prey die. Bullets are too easy.” The Gardener continued walking, glancing to either side. “There are more men in the woods. The first few were just insane, slobbering at the mouth and saying nothing. The next batch were sane, but not organized. This should be the last group of them, if the detectors are correct.”

Before the maid could respond or ask, the Gardener pushed forward into the woods. She struggled to follow behind, glancing at the weapon she held. It only had two rounds left and the rest were still in the car.

>switch for Glock, Ithaca Shotgun, or powerful pistol (FK BRNO)

>>470032
>powerful pistol (FK BRNO)
Shotgun seems dangerous since we might get Gardener in the crossfire.

>>470032
>powerful pistol (FK BRNO)
I love me some Czechnology.

>>470032
>powerful pistol (FK BRNO)

Going with powerful pistol
>roll 1d100, best of 3

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>470087
i got this

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>470087

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>470087

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>470087
I-I probably got this.

>1 low success, two ordinary successes
Writing now

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While Elisabeth followed the Gardener, she pulled the new pistol from the bag. Tucking the weapon in her belt, she opened a box of shells in her bag and began loading the magazines. When she finished the first, she loaded it into the pistol and charged the weapon. It paid to be prepared. She started loading the second magazine when the Gardener stopped in his tracks. The maid almost ran into the man, managing to stop on a dime and not drop her work. He raised one hand to his lips and motioned for silence. Pointing forward, he indicated the clearing ahead. She walked next to him and gazed towards it.

“You think there are actually drugs there? We already lost contact with our other guys!” The largest man waved his arms dramatically, voice echoing through the clearing. Four men were looking towards him. All were of varying heights and builds, but one thing was obvious. They were all hobos who had used the drug. The shortest man shook his head and pointed in the direction of the mansion.

“The bitch wouldn't lie about this. She was telling the truth.”

“That's the thing! That cunt isn't one of us! I know she was friends with the dealer, but that don't mean shit!” The man closest to the two spoke, voice so high it was almost comical. His graying hair showed his true age, or at least what his life had done to him.

“We need to leave before the guards find us. It's too dangerous here.” The skinny man furthest from the two scratched his arms nervously, gaze darting around the area.

“If you want to have cold feet now, go ahead and leave. No one is stopping you, faggot.” The final person spoke, revealing that he was a she. The woman shoved the thin man and turned towards the rest. “Lets continue on. We have our abilities. Even if that asshole left us, we can still make it inside.”

Patrick motioned for Elisabeth to break off to one side, as he broke off to the other side. She slid behind the trees, attempting to get as close as she could. Her body began growing hotter as she got closer to the group. She focused on steadying her breathing as she knelt behind a tree close to the group. She waited for a sign to attack, as the group started to move. The Gardener wasn't doing anything and the group was going to pass her tree soon. She gripped her pistol firmly and prepared to move.

>target the largest man
>target the woman
>target someone else (write-in)

>>470282
>target the woman

>>470282
>target the woman

>>470282
>>target the woman

>>470282
>>target the woman

Voting has ended; target the woman

Roll 1d100 +10 (+10 sneak attack)

Rolled 70 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>470335

Rolled 79 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

Rolled 85 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>470335

Rolled 2 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>470344
>>470345
Pretty good rolls all of the sudden.

>>470335
Best of four, forgot to add
>>470353
>pretty good rolls
Ha

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>470353
Guess I just stole everyone's bad luck. I-I'm sure it'll go away eventually!

>1 fail, 1 great success, 2 critical successes

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Elisabeth slowly rose to her feet, as the sound of footsteps got closer. She took a deep breath, as the burning increased. Gripping the pistol firmly, she prepared to step out from behind the tree. She heard a crack from across the clearing, as someone stepped on a twig. The entire group whirled to face the noise and the maid took the opening.

Stepping out from behind the tree, Elisabeth adjusted her aim slightly. Leveling the sights on the woman with short hair, she pulled the trigger firmly. She was rewarded with a shot that echoed through the clearing. She didn't see the effects of the bullet. Gauging from the splatter and the shock written on the faces of those nearby, it was extremely effective. The largest man wasted no time in reacting. With a roar, he sprinted towards Elisabeth, raising his arms to shield his face.

The maid began firing rounds at his chest, watching in shock as the bullets impacted with almost no effect. She could see the blood, but he was still moving forward without halting. As he got closer, a sudden metallic flash cut the air near the large man's knee. He suddenly stumbled, as his large calf collapsed under his weight and finished severing itself. Blood sprayed from the horrible injury, as the man struggled to stop the blood. Elisabeth fired two rounds into his face, before glancing into the clearing. The remaining three men had vanished into the shadows. She began walking forward, glancing at the large man's severed leg. Her bullets couldn't pierce his thick muscle. The Gardener had somehow cut through both his bone and a majority of his leg. She spun towards the right as the leaves shifted.

“Don't worry, it's me. I killed the shortest one before he could shoot at you. There's still the skinny man and the gray-haired one somewhere. And there's also the matter of the broken twig. Someone else is out here. Someone my sensors didn't detect.” The Gardener flicked the blood from his machete and glanced towards the trees around them, searching for signs of the other two.

Elisabeth tightened her grip on the pistol. It still had 3 rounds in the magazine, so she wasn't going to swap it out.

>roll 1d100

Rolled 17 (1d100)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>470597

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>470597

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>470597

>terrible fail, one barely success, one decent success

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The pair walked towards the middle of the clearing. Both turned as a lone figure walked out of the shadows. It was the gray-haired man. Clutched in one hand was a pocket knife. He continued walking, a look of despair hanging in his eyes. Elisabeth raised her gun as the Gardener began sprinting forward. This would be simple. As she prepared to shoot, a sudden, invisible grip slammed into her hands, tightening her grip on the pistol. She felt her arms moving, her aim being shifted to the Gardener. She grimaced as the weight on her hand increased.

“Patrick, move!” She shouted, as she hit the magazine release. The weight shifted, pulling the trigger. The pistol locked open as the casing in the chamber was ejected. The Gardener had dived to the ground, narrowly avoiding getting shot. Elisabeth turned towards the shadows, trying to find the thin man. He was the psychic...right?

The Gardener pushed himself onto one hand, before jumping back to avoid the gray-haired man's slash. The young man swung his machete towards the man, but the old hobo stopped his slash with his forearm, using the knife to block the edge. Stepping forward and dragging the knife down the machete, the old man narrowly missed gouging out Patrick's eye. The young man pushed away and stumbled back, as the old man resumed his stance from before. The Gardener was getting upset. This asshole..wasn't better than him.

Elisabeth reached for the magazine on her belt slowly, trying to figure out her assailant's location. The same grip came from before, catching her foot and yanking her off balance onto her back. She slammed into the ground hard, knocking the breath from her lungs. She struggled to regain her breath, when the invisible force clamped down on her throat. She instinctively grabbed at her throat, trying to free herself from the invisible grasp. She felt her vision fading, as her brain screamed for oxygen. Was she going to die here? She barely noticed the Gardener, dueling the old man with the pocket knife. She tried to reach for her magazine, but the impact had knocked it to the side. She reached for it, as her vision continued dimming. A sudden, intense burning began welling up inside, though she could barely feel it with her failing mind.

>roll 1d100 +30 (+30 for self-preservation activating serum)

Rolled 19 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>470878

Rolled 24 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>470878
I-I can still fail even with a huge bonus like +30! Just watch me!

Rolled 5 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>470878

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>>470905
I'm not sure that's worth aspiring towards, comrade.

>>470884
>>470905
>>470926
Fuck everything

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>470928
It was an attempt at tricking the dice gods into giving me a nat 100. Every time I try for a decent roll, they just look down on me.

Rolled 62 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

why not

Rolled 67 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>470878

>49, 54, 35, 92
One critical success, Bo4. Writing now.

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As the darkness covered her vision, the burning shot through her veins. She cried out in pain, as the fire seared her internally. She could feel herself about to reach the peak, about to change, when the grip vanished. She drew in a long, shuddering breath, before coughing. She struggled to clear her blurry vision, but the pain of the serum within wasn't helping. She looked across the clearing and watched a young, red-haired man walk into the open. He was dragging the thin man, bleeding from a slit throat. He tossed the body to one side and shrugged at the girl's expression.

The Gardener struggled to get a blow in edgewise against the gray-haired man. The hobo's skills were impeccable and his reflexes were godlike. The Gardener barely guarded a slash to his wrist and cut a palm to the throat. He staggered back, struggling to breathe, as the gray-haired man sprinted forward to finish the job. A crack crossed the clearing, and the gray-haired hobo fell face-down on the ground. The Gardener glanced up in shock as the redhead lowered the smoking pistol. The man smiled and motioned outwards.

“I'm sure you're both wondering why I shot my comrades. I'm honestly questioning it myself now as well. The way I saw it...I was better than them. They were slaves to the drug, while I was a man using the drugs to my advantage. Your throat feeling better?” The man began walking forward, relaxed in his speech and nonchalant in his stance. “Don't worry trying to reach for your pistol, Elisabeth! Your ammo isn't to your right, it actually fell to your left and behind.”

Elisabeth froze in her movement. He was watching the Gardener. How had he seen her?

“I didn't see you, beautiful. Just like I didn't hear your name. You told me it. You done trying to fight back? I'm just here to talk, honest.” The young man continued walking forward and kicked the fallen body of the woman. “This lady here was a cunt. She treated me like shit because I was better off than her and her fanboys. Well, I'm alive and you're dead, so guess we know who the real shit is. And stop planning ways to skin me alive, weirdo. I'll shoot you if you don't quiet down.”

The redhead's tone turned cold, as he glared at Patrick. Elisabeth couldn't get the same feeling from this man as the others. He was something else. She pushed herself up, letting the pistol fall to the ground. She tried to think of something, despite knowing he would just 'hear' it again

>knife fight
>negotiations
>write-in

>>471186
>negotiations

>>471186
>>negotiations
He seems friendly. Probably not a good idea to mess with someone that can apparently read minds.

>>471186
>negotiations

>>471186
>>negotiations

Voting ended; Negotiations it is

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“Good choice.” The man stopped walking ten feet from both Elisabeth and the Gardener. He sighed and glanced towards Elisabeth. “That clone of yours...really wants to make you suffer. Killing her boss almost made the woman lose her mind. Now, let's talk about what I want.”

“Why are you doing this?” The Gardener spoke loudly, obvious disgust in his voice. The redhead glanced at the Gardener, who continued speaking. “You could take whatever the fuck you want from us, and we would be unable to stop you. Why wait to kill us?”

“Because unlike you, bastard, I have manners. Go ahead, keep spilling your secrets for me to see. When I find the one that enrages you, I'll use it. Now, Elisabeth, what I want is simple. I want your blood.” The redhead turned towards Elisabeth, a small smirk on his face.

“Why...my blood?” The maid was shocked. She recalled the encounter in the alley, and what the man had said about her blood. What was this man's end goal?

“That hobo was right. Your blood is essentially the serum now. It bonded with your DNA, became a part of you. Those of us who seek to obtain it naturally set off your internal alarms. It is the only way to finish the effects of the drug. I want to know what my true abilities are. What it is the drugs woke up, I want to see the completion of. So, I want your blood.” The redhead began walking forward and the Gardener made his move.

Slicing forward with his blade, the Gardener lunged forward. The redhead changed his aim, hitting the blade at the top and causing the slash to shift. Catching the man's wrist on the way down, the redhead forced the machete to finish its arc and lodge itself into the ground. Firing a shot at the Gardener's wrist, the redhead forced Patrick to break away. With only a glance towards Elisabeth, Patrick vanished into the trees, disappearing from sight.

Elisabeth bit her lip as the redhead yanked the blade from the earth, testing the edge of the machete with his hand. Ejecting the magazine from his pistol, he ejected the round. With a grin, the redhead tossed the empty gun to the side. Gripping the blade firmly in his hand, he started walking forward.

“What do I need to do to activate the serum? It's currently dormant in your veins.” He spoke softly shaking his head. Elisabeth glared at the man, trying to distance herself by walking back. This redhead was dangerous. “I'm not dangerous. I just want to complete myself. I don't even want to kill you. And my name isn't redhead. It's Michael.”

He changed his grip on the machete and sprinted forward. The burning started to flare up as Elisabeth glanced towards her pistol on the ground. She had to move, fast!

>go for the pistol
>try knives
>write-in

>>471519
>try knives

>>471519
Think about going for the pistol but instead
>>try knives
Aw man this guy seems crazy.

Going to get food; will be back in the hour.

>>471519
>try knives

Voting ended; going with try knives, with a possibility of 'go for pistol' as the thought.

Roll 1d100

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>471683

>>471683
Best of 4

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>471683
This is totally going to work, we can't keep getting bad rolls forever!

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>471683
One shit plane ride later and Meido is back! Good to see this up and running.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>471683

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“Not so fast!” Michael's foot slammed down on the pistol, as he swung the blade with all of his weight. His eyes widened in shock as Elisabeth lunged towards him. He jumped back, completely missing his slash, as Elisabeth attempted to cut him. He grinned as blood began staining his shirt where her blade had reached. Reaching down, he touched his hand to the cut. Looking at the blood, he grinned. “This is great. You're learning. Now, let's see if I can wake that serum up.”

His eyes narrowed, as Elisabeth tried to clear her mind. She tried thinking about the master, her schedules, cleaning, anything to keep from focusing on her knives. But it was futile. When his blade would enter her view, she would see the blood and instinctively begin planning. Her ingenuity would be her death this evening. She blocked his machete with both of her knives and the weapons clashed together. The man wasn't done as he pushed forward. Slamming his palm into the base of handle, he slid the guard up to her knives then cut downwards with the blade. She fell backwards to avoid the blade and ended on her back. He pulled the machete back and went for a second swing. She rolled to the side to avoid it. The blade missed her...but the foot didn't.

“Just activate already!” Michael screamed in anger, as Elisabeth struggled to blink the haziness from her eye. Her face was burning where his foot had struck her. She felt his presence over her and she lashed out upwards. Her stab completely missed, as he stepped to one side. Grabbing her arm, he changed his grip on the machete. The maid paled as he prepared to sever her arm. Slamming her other knife into his forearm, she ignored the pain as his hand continued twisting her wrist. The machete was swung, as blood splashed onto her from his arm. The burning was spiking, increasing in intensity as a reaction. A blast of wind split the air between the two. The redhead instinctively broke away as Elisabeth fell back in shock. The burning was about to change, she could feel it in her very core. The terrifying part was...She wanted it to activate.

Michael glanced at the spear buried more than halfway into the tree across the clearing. That fucking gardener was too far away for him to read his thoughts. That was extremely dangerous. He prepared to toss aside the machete, when a sudden, dreadful chill shot through his body. He glanced over his shoulder at the fallen girl. She was laughing happily, despite the blood covering her face and hands. He glanced at his arm, only now realizing the severity of the damage she had done. Stupid cunt. He started to go for his pistol, when he heard it. Kill. That was the only thought he caught, before a knife almost pierced his eye. He dived away, narrowly avoiding the girl's attack. He tightened his grip on the machete, preparing to fight back.

>roll 1d100 +50 (+50 for beast mode engaged)

Rolled 67 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>471886

Rolled 20 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>471886
Welp, he's fucked now.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>471886

Rolled 90 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>471886

Rolled 73 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>471886
for the lols

>>471898
yesyes he is
but how do you go back to normal?

Rolling has ended; going with 140 for ultra critical success.

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>>471917
Hopefully it's just a momentary transformation, right?

>>471921
idk sicne its in the bood and now fusion with our dna and now its awkened?
shit i just hope we dont stay batshit blood happy
and rember we cant be riping the young masters dick off in the power grip we hav now

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(1/2)
Elisabeth could feel the ecstasy from before, flooding every ounce of her being. There was something else under that joy and pleasure, though. Insanity

The maid watched as the man tried to reach for his pistol. He'd tried to sever her arm. It was time for him to die. She sprinted from her spot, plunging forward to try and stab him. He barely managed to dodge, diving to the ground and rolling to his feet. The look of fear and anticipation in his eyes made a shiver of anticipation run through Elisabeth. She would enjoy this.

Diving forward, she sliced downwards with one hand and stabbed forward with the other. He parried the slash for his thigh and tried to yank his head out of the way for the second. Her blade cut his cheek, spilling blood. He grimaced as her arm passed his cheek. Turning his head, he buried his teeth in her arm. He bit down hard, as she in turn grimaced. He had a damn good set of jaws. She punched him in the head three times, before his hold released. She kicked him away, staring at her bloody arm. She lowered it as the skin began healing slowly.

Walking forward, she tossed aside both knives. The man was pushing himself back into a seated position. He began laughing, until her toe ended his laugh mid-chuckle. His head slammed back as she lowered her foot. Picking up his limp body by the throat, she began walking towards the trees. He started to stir as the maid hefted his body.

Michael tried not to scream in pain as the bitch slammed him into the tree with enough force to crack the wood behind him. He could taste blood in his mouth and felt it pooling in his mouth. Internal bleeding? No, probably just cuts in his mouth. His eyes traveled to her arm and noted wryly that his bite was already gone. She definitely was a monster. But...she'd already messed up. Closing his eyes, he began speaking softly.

“To protect what you love most, you became a monster? No, don't lie to yourself. You chose this path because inside you are a monster and love it”

Elisabeth screamed something unintelligible, fist rearing back to slam into him. With that much strength, his head would be gone. He laughed, leaning back against the tree. Boom!

Ah, the sweet, black release of death. He wished inside he could have reached that next level. But that was over.

(2/2)
“Oi, jackass, open your eyes.” A voice, frighteningly familiar, spoke. Michael's eyes opened, revealing a figure hovering over the clearing. Elisabeth's grip was trembling and her arm was just next to his head. The tree behind them had a foot size hole clean through it. A single, glowing dart slammed into Elisabeth's neck with enough force for Michael to feel it. Elisabeth's grip loosened, before she fell forward, dropping him completely. She was already unconscious before she hit the ground. Michael rubbed his neck and glanced up at the figure.

“I thought you didn't deal with trash.”

“You just became more than trash. I want you to come with me.” The figure declared, reaching out and grabbing Michael with an invisible hand. A boom hit the air next to them, as a huge, metal spear hung suspended in the air next to them. The figure sighed and reached out, attaching something to the spear's shaft. Rotating the weapon, it was fired into the woods, getting a shout of rage in response. There, the owner could have it back. The figure looked down at Elisabeth's unconscious body and sighed. There would be time for revenge later.

“So long...sister.”

Epilogue for Arc 2; choose

>lewd
>cute
>plot

>>471978
>lewd

>>471978
can we have a cute lewd that somehow makes plot since?

>>471978
>cute
Time for some SoL.

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>>471987
Yes. This is also a possibility.

>>471978
>lewd
>cute

>>471992
im down for that then
i liek lawd jus tas much as the next guy but i ike it to have some plot to it

oh shit angles back
or do we have a real sister?

>>471974
Cute in a lewd way

Gonna go ahead and tie all 3 together in the next reply. It'll be the last one of the evening!

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Elisabeth's eyes opened slowly, wincing at the light shining on her face. She glanced at her surroundings and realized where she was. She was in her bed on the third floor. How had she gotten here? How long had she been unconscious? She noticed a tray of food next to her bed on the cabinet. It was simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. There was a note tucked next to the cup of orange juice. She plucked it off the tray and unfolded it. It was nice handwriting she didn't recognize. It was either Faith, Karin, or possibly the old man. She started reading.

I wrote this letter this morning. I only realized you probably wouldn't read it until after you woke up after writing that line. Sorry, this will be all jumbled. Anyway, the Gardener brought you back unconscious from the forest. I'm proud to say no one got past the front door!

Elisabeth smiled softly, finally identifying the writer as Karin. The girl was more dependable than she seemed.

We bandaged up your injuries, which were mostly from when Faith and I dropped you down the stairs. It was an accident! Wait...Faith is telling me to leave it out of the letter. I'll pretend I did. Anyway, she and I split up the household chores between the two of us! I took most of the cleaning and laundry, while she did the cooking. The cook has been asleep since he got home, after the old guardian gave him some drugs. Get some rest and wake up refreshed!

Elisabeth folded the letter shut and noticed a scribbled note on the back. It was rough handwriting, with dirt stains on it. This was someone else and she knew who.

Check your dresser for a gift. Courtesy of your sister.

The Gardener had left a note. Nice. She glanced towards her dresser, wondering for a moment if he'd done anything else to her clothes.

(2/2)
She started to pull the bedding and sheets aside and felt the air on her bare skin. Minus the loose bandages on her arms and head, she was as naked as the day she'd been born. That would've been nice to know. Trying to work the soreness from her joints, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Elisabeth grabbed the toast and began eating it slowly, trying to ignore the hunger pangs in her stomach. How long had she been asleep? Rising to her feet shakily, the woman walked over to her dresser. Pulling it open, she pulled out a matching set of black lingerie. Walking to the bed, she slid the brassiere on first. The panties lay next to her as she tried to work the soreness out of her shoulders. She grabbed the underwear and raised one knee to her chest to slide her foot in. At the same moment, the door opened. She spoke without looking.

“Thanks for the letter, Karin. It really helped. How are you-”

The sound of papers hitting the ground made the blonde woman glance over. The young master was standing there, obviously shocked by the sudden sight of Elisabeth in the almost nude. He spun around as she finished pulling the underwear on. Rising to her feet, she walked over to the dresser. “Good morning, young master. How long was I sleeping?”

“Only two days. You and the cook were in an accident?” His stuttering made the woman smile. She still bothered the young boy. Pulling the maid outfit off the shelf, she turned towards the young boy.

“Yes. It was unfortunate, but the groceries were lost. Is that all?”

“Yes, Elisabeth. You can have the rest of today as a paid vacation.” Without turning, the young master rushed out of the room. She noticed the paper he'd dropped. An envelope? Walking over, she picked it up. It was an extremely fancy envelope. Opening it, she found an ornate card. It was an invitation to a party four weeks from now? Her eyes narrowed. It was too soon; the young master's safety wasn't guaranteed yet. Setting the card and envelope on her bed, she finished dressing into her uniform. She picked up the bacon and ate it slowly as she searched the dresser. Under her socks in the second drawer, she found a metal bar. It had strange symbols on them, ones that reminded the maid of something. Sighing, she pocketed the bar. Walking back over to the plate, she picked up the glass of juice and finished it in one go. She would try to enjoy the rest of today.

After all, her young master had given her it as a gift.

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>That concludes Hitmaid Thread 4

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>>472235
Thanks for running Meido, see ya next time.

>>472235
Thanks for running! It's good to have you back, Meido!

>>472235
thanks

>>472235
Thanks for running, Meido! Sorry i passed out from being sick before the thread finished!