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>>515522
> [PRIDE] Maximum Laughter
Very mechanical one because you don't have enough emotions to sound jolly.

Laugh that you came to investigate, and didn't even had to ask a single question, they all spilled the beans!

Then stop and tell them that you can manage the "red streak on the side of the road" part yourself.

>>515522
>>> [PRIDE] Maximum Laughter

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>>515567
>>515544

"heheheh"

"The Fuck?" Gregory begins as the two thugs back off closer to Yorell.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Your laughter is monotone, unsettling and enthusiastic at the same time. Your glasses fall to the ground in as you clutch at your sides.

You take off your glasses, tucking them into your cleavage as you come down from your laughing fit. You make ready to slip a hand to your hips... where the glove of your buzzsaw is hidden. "I didn't even have to ask your idiots a single question. You promised money you didn't have and so started mugging?"

You lick your lips as Yorell stammers. You must look terrifying, smiling with no emotion in your eyes as you verbally dress them down. "You confessed to everything. Good. Now let's clear some things up..."

You dip your hands into your skirt and right into the gloves. Clenching your hands and felling the buzzsaw flat against your spine, safely hidden behind your coinpurse. "You targeted my boss first of all."

From behind you Gregory's metal arm whistles through the air. You duck and slide under his backswing as Marie uses your distraction to reach for her gun. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Gregory yells, frothing at the mouth.

You ignore him for the minute, "You also didn't consider that your rebel buddy isn't the only one who could turn you into a red streak. Though I am more a "Pile of Gore" girl myself..."

You pull the buzzsaw free with a roar. You catch your reflection in it as it jumps to your hand, you look like yourself wearing a disguise instead of someone else now. "Fuck your good cause. Fuck your rebellion. You're coming with me so I can get my god damn boss out the cells." You spit for emphasis, mirroring Gregory's earlier gesture, "And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me."

> [PRIDE] Give Gregory a free shot

> [PRIDE] Untouchable

> Handle Gregory and the Thugs

> Try to break through to Yorell

> Write-In

>>515635
>> Handle Gregory and the Thugs

>>515635
> Handle Gregory and the Thugs

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>>515662
>>515684

You've indulged yourself enough. Time to take out these mooks. You take a step forward and raise your arm, the buzzsaw skidded forward - low and sneaky. The thug attempts to dodge only for you to flick your wrist up at the last moment. Shredding it through one's side. The other stands unsure whether to charge you or retreat and gets a burst of bullets to the spine from Marie.

She approaches Yorell as you stand before Gregory. His metal arm glints, as he approaches you. He goes for a grab and you slip through, feeding your wire around his fleshy arm; an elbow connects slightly with your head and you have to duck under a haymaker. But it's set up now - you pull on the string and the buzzsaw recalls. Spinning around his arm once, twice, thrice. Below his shoulder is cut to pieces and sliced off, leaving a pile of meat and bones in the alley.

Blood spurts from his shoulder where an arm use to be as he crumbles to the ground screaming. You can't help but mutter, "Pile of gore."

Marie seems to be toying with Yoell. Dodging his big warhammer with ease and slapping him in the face every now and then. Maybe she wants someone to throw in the cells?

> She got this

> Help (how?)

>Write-In

>>515727
> she got this

>>515727
>she got this
For the sake of progression, but be ready to strike should she need it

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>>515785
>>515852

Bobbing and weaving she makes the bigger opponent swing and swing and swing. She moves in and knees him in the balls. Swishing her crimson hair back with a dismissive gesture. "Now would you rather answer questions here while everyone is unconcious and distracted, or once they wake up and understand you're selling them out."

He coughs and groans.

"Who's in on your mugging and who's collecting your money?"

"The owner of the club is a smuggler in his spare time. The rebels use him." He coughs as he rolls over to sit against the wall, "The Rebel wasn't exactly a big shot but he wasn't a mook either. He and his nieces are responsible for getting the Southern tribes' supplies through to where they're needed. They stop by here for the cash they need."

He smiles, "That's all I've got."

> [CURIOSITY] Describe the guy and his nieces

> [GRATEFUL] Thanks for your co-operation

> Drag them to the cells

> Write-In

>>515905
>[CURIOSITY]Describe the guy and his neices
And possibly mention the fact that we turned him into a pile of guts. Under the protection of the Doc of course(even though we seem to get away with a lot of crimes, I think Hona would have to turn us in for murder).

>>515905
> [CURIOSITY] Describe the guy and his nieces
Do they have the money?

>>515905
Is he talking about the angry midget? Heh. Are we getting doc's money back too?

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>>515969
>>515962

"Describe the rebel and his nieces." You demand as you two start making preparations to deliver everyone to the prison. You take Yorell by the shoulder and begin dragging the smaller of the nameless thugs by his collar across the ground.

There's a lot of blood in this alley... but none of it should be fatal...

You think.

"They're from that midget village. Guy has a moustache and his two nieces always match their looks. Black hair and the whole family have a thing for Southern tribe furs."

Ok. So you have now slaughtered a semi-important rebel ,letting his two nieces escape to report in. You have then arrestedone of his contacts while mutilating his muscle. To top all that off you're going to get one of their boltholes shut down. Grinnsmon seems pretty tolerant of the rebels... but they seem to like you too.

You havent outright set yourself against them, but you got some explaining to do. Probably should wait until you have Hona alone to explain all of this. One thing's for sure, any rebels you meet might need a long explanation to understand.

Or they'll attack you and you'll have to kill more. One or the other.
These thoughts continue to plague you so much that you almost bump into a passerby.

A fox boy has a rifle slung across his bag, dragging two boars the size of carriages in a makeshift sleigh of reeds. He looks at you, face covered in more sweat than a whore's bedroom.

He sees through your disguise right away, "Can't fucking escape you even when I'm working." Tornin mutters as he continues dragging the beasts somewhere.

> Let him go

> Claim you never go looking for trouble

> [CURIOSITY] Why is he hunting at night?

> Write-In

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I CANNOT INTO CLOSING ITALICS TONIGHT FUCK SAKE.

>>516007
>> Let him go

>>516007
>[CURIOSITY] Why is he hinting at night?
We have our disguise glasses off now so it's ok to break character

This rebels wouldn't have a problem with you if they didn't go around preying on innocent people.

>>516104

Only now do i realize i fucked up "hunting" too.

Work must have fried my brain tonight.

I'll go for a few more posts and then pickup tomorrow night.

>>516104

this, backing

>>516007
>[CURIOSITY] Why is he hinting at night?

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>>516204
>>516200
>>516104

"Why are you hunting at night?" You ask unable to avoid the question. He doesn't stop walking, huffing with the strain of the two beasts he's hauling.

As he passes closest to you, he managed to answer; "Lunatusk. Only out at night. Needed a challenge after... recent events." He glares daggers at you and like that he is gone.

"He's a weird guy. Don't worry about it, let's just drop these idiots off." Marie says.

And drop them off you do. Throwing the unconcious trio through the door once Marie goes in and explains that Sgt Honamurei dealt with these muggers who were attacking her cousin. She also leaves the letter for Honamurei, the one written about Momo. You can't help but be amazed at the lengths she'll go to to protect her identity.

She gives you a warm smile once the minotaur has finished patching up the newest residents of the prison, he then sets them up in cells of their own. You ask for Lexington's release then and there. "Sorry only the Sgt. or Sheriff can do that and he's not here. Sgt. Honamurei will be on desk work tomorrow morning so if you come here early she'll be able to free your Boss.

> Grumble a bit

> Leave

> Write-In

>>516250
>write-in
Look for foxboy. I still want Tornin on our squad, plus this gives him plenty of chances to one-up us.

>>516250
> Leave
We don't have the emotions to "grumble"

>>516250
> leave
The old man isn't going anywhere

>>516278

I was thinking Pride; "do you know who I am" type deal. Shit should have put PRIDE there. I'm too tired. next update be last. Writing in 10 minutes.

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>>516286
>>516278

You decide that this day has gone on long enough. Heading into the slight drizzle of the Grinnsmon streets. You stand for a moment letting water run down your face and borrowed hair. Sre you had to get your hands dirty, but you did good today. Stopped some glorified bandits, managed to clear Lexington's name. Despite a little poisoning in the morning today turned out alright.

You take pride in that. You take pride in Momo being able to return home thanks to the efforts of you and Honamurei. Speaking of, you really just kind of followed her out the police station. You have no idea where she's taking you.

That's okay though, you trust her. She's been reliable, competant, friendly and kind. She has quite literally supported to you in every way she can, she's also taught you how to dance in a way you never thought you ever could. Not that you ever thought you could dance.

You think about that one memory you have, a little girl. Walking up a tree in a dress so frilly she could hardly breathe. You... really wish you had more than that. You know you were someone form a fancypants upper class and that you would rather not go back.

But you have stable employment, a friend and the people of this town seem to like you. you're not sure if moving on will be an easy decision. But Lexington probably won't want to stick around once he gets his money returned to him, plus you don't want to meet any rebels passing through.

But you've done some good.
Stopped bad guys.
Encouraged Tornin to find his own way.
And Momo gets to go home.
Plus Hona isn't so lonely.

Thinking back on your accomplishments since waking up - you feel;

> PRIDE

> ???????

> ??????????

LAST DECISION OF THE NIGHT GENTS! GET YOUR VOTES IN!

>>516362
>> ??????????
I like the lot of question marks

>>516362
>> ??????????

The most question marks

>>516394
>>516374

Going to call for this in 5 since i need to fucking sleep.

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>>516394
>>516374


[NEW EMOTION: DETERMINED]

You feel a surge of renewed energy. You don't give a damn who you were or what you've done. You're going to be a good person. Hona can be kind and compassionate then so can you. Even if you don't have all the emotions everyone else does - that just means you're going to have to try twice as hard.

The Rebellion? The Republic? You won't let them just walk all over people because they're powerful godamnit.

You can do this; you can beocme a complete person.
You can live a proper life someday, free of all this Civil War bullshit.
You just need to keep working hard.

"Wow Purps. Looking fired up! Vhat were you thinking about?" Hona asks as she leads you into her house. The ring enchanting her voice sliding off her finger easily.

"I'm going to get better." You reply with a fiery smile.

EPISODE 4: END

EPISODE 5 Might start on this thread tomorrow, but I'm not sure how far we'll get. Follow me on twatter for updates. Changes to the sheet being made right now.

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>>516540
>DETERMINED
See? I told you the lot of question-marks will do us good!
Thanks for running.

Thanks for running.
Purps is, and has always been, the Determinator.

>>516540
[Spoiler]We undertale now[/spoiler]

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>>516540
Pretty sure pic related is a guy.

New thread is up guys:
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