>>690947

>I’m not exactly willing to stand by and watch an execution, even for a stranger, you know.

>They broke the law, and they were going to break a couple more to kill you.

>Pretty sure I’d lose my job if you kicked the bucket, pal.

> you provided your papers and they did not, it's as simple as that.

> You provided your papers and they did not, it's as simple as that.
> Though I can't say it would have sat well with me to just let them kill you either.

>>691057
I like this

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>>691057
>>691037
>>691212
“You had papers, they didn’t. Though it also wouldn’t have sat well with me to see you executed, you know.’

The Demon looks rather pleased with your answer, nodding slowly.

“A strict adherence to Law and a sense of morality, exceedingly rare qualities these days.”

He offers you a clawed hand, and you take it and squeeze firmly. You note he doesn’t crush your hand like you expected, perhaps you’ve earned yourself some respect already.

“Call me…Astaroth. A name designed for one such as I, and exceptionally easier to pronounce in your tongue.”

You nod and smile, “I’m Dick Strong, Customs PFC. Just a man doing his job.”

Shaking his head, he drags his blade to his side like a wayward child with his teddy bear.

“You need not lie to be humble, friend. You’ve saved me twice this day, once from my former comrades, and again from your daughter.”

Looking backwards and catching a glimpse of Lili staring intently at the fading Moon, you frown and drag your free arm backwards and onto the nape of your neck.

“We…aren’t related exactly.”

Astaroth chuckles, a rather impressive feat given his extensive wounds, which despite his reassurances, you understand to be extremely painful and would cripple most other living creatures.

“A story for another time, I’m sure.” His face drops and he looks back across the border, gazing at the flattened earth and splattered greenery littering the field of battle. “Sadly, the experiences of you and your…friend with my kind are far from exceptional.”

“There used to be a time when the denizens of Hell maintained amicable relations with every country, city-state, all people even.”

Checking your watch, you find your shift over, and with a little sister to attend to at home.

“Astaroth, buddy, I’m sure we can talk more about this later and I hate to interrupt, but do you have somewhere to go?

He tilts his head with a truly amusing expression of embarrassment mixed with confusion before responding: “Would the answer that I had not expected to make it this far be appropriate for this situation?’

Why are all the tough decisions your responsibility?

>You can come home with me, I think. Just try to keep a low-profile, and ditch the sword into a hole or something before you show up.

>You could stick it out around here for now, I’ll come to get you a few hours from now, Moby should be back by then and he can take care of any passerby.

>The town watch always has room available in the jailhouse. Not the cleanest, not the best food, and it probably smells awful but hey, it’s free and discreet.

>>690947
>> You provided your papers and they did not, it's as simple as that.
>> Though I can't say it would have sat well with me to just let them kill you either.

>>691769

>You can come home with me, I think. Just try to keep a low-profile, and ditch the sword into a hole or something before you show up.

>You could stick it out around here for now, I’ll come to get you a few hours from now, Moby should be back by then and he can take care of any passerby.

Either or big guy.

>>691779
Yeah, i'll back this

>>691772
Seconding

>>691779
Thirding

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>>691798
>>691795
>>691819
>>691779
“Alright, I can either take you home, or you can stick around here for a bit and I’ll be back in a few hours. What do you think?” you suggest to the puzzled Demon.

He thinks about it for a moment, before responding promptly: “I will await your return here, I’m no expert on Humans but I don’t foresee a random Demon entering town going very well.”

“Sounds good to me. Just don’t wander off anywhere alright buddy.” You point to the ground to emphasize your point to the agreement of your demonic friend. Astaroth chuckles again, a deep, hearty sound that rumbles from his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Dick.”

With that, you walk over to Lili and shake her by the shoulder to snap her out of her silent contemplation with the Moon. “Wha-?” she mutters as you grab her hand and half-pull, half-drag her along to the main road back home.

You wave your goodbye to Astaroth, who returns it with a faltering hand and a prize-winning smile, before you break into a slight jog, forcing Lili to catch up to your pace in a hurry.

“Alright, now look here Missie,” you speak up after glancing in her direction to catch her attention, “I don’t have many rules around the place, but you’ll still have to know a few. First, no waking me up if I’m asleep unless it’s an emergency, got it.”

She nods, and you continue, “Second, you’ll see Emily, my little sister. Don’t involve yourself in skin-to-skin contact unless either she’s allowed you to or it’s also an emergency.”

“Why?” she asks as she pants out after a sudden curve in the road, twisting around a massive, almost overgrown tree lying in the path.

“Demon shaman leading the raid that took our parents managed to curse her as I was beating his brains out with a log.” You reply as you leap over a fallen cart and spilled goods, not even bothering to spare a second glance. Wait a minute…why would a cart be abandoned with all this loot still on the ground?

As time slows down, you glance at your watch and scrunch your face up at the time. Not another goddamn delay!

>Roll 1d100 for reaction

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>>692521

FUCK I need to remember to combine sentences on the processor. This one-line shit looks horrific.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>692521

>>692521
dice+1d100

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>>692750
Fuck me I'm too tired for this shit

>>692521
It's a good thing this job pays well

>>692521
I'm inordinately excited for the life of a customs officer.

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>>692555
A blur appears coming at you and you duck, noticing the humanoid shape milliseconds before the cool steel of a blade flashes above your head. Inordinately angry at the delay, at the sheer gall displayed by this, this FUCKING CUNT, you throw your body forwards with even more speed.

Leaping forwards, you unleash a full-on tackle and knock the bastard to the ground before grabbing his neck with your free hand. As the man slams into the ground with you on top of him, you pull up his face and drive it into the dirt with as much force as you can muster. Turning around as his face cracks with a sickening pulping sound, you grab his weapon, a rusty-looking axe and face two filthy, now terrified bandits wearing worn furs and torn clothing.

A whistling sound and another blur flies straight at your face, before being deflected by a corporeal circle of light, and Lili rushes in from behind you, firing off a blast of magical light that results in a screaming, flailing bandit with a bow dropping from the side of a nearby bush.

You can only imagine the terrifying visage you present to the two bandits on their feet, and the prone one currently clawing at his eyes to hopefully regain his sight. A sweaty, dirt-covered Customs Officer with an axe and eyes filled to the brim with bloodlust. And right now, for this delay, you are going to have to hold yourself back from obliging.

>Knock them all out, tie them up. Will take a time, but you don’t want them getting loose again.

>Knock them the fuck out and leave them in the woods. If you see them again, you’ll dispense the law at a later date but right now you need to put a hero to bed and deal with your little sister.

>Take them out, get Lili to call up the authorities. You need to get home.

>>692983
>>Take them out, get Lili to call up the authorities. You need to get home.

Fuckers are out of luck, we're now off the clock.

>>692983
Just to clarify - "taking them out" means killing them, yes?

>>692983
>Knock them the fuck out and leave them in the woods. If you see them again, you’ll dispense the law at a later date but right now you need to put a hero to bed and deal with your little sister.
This is the line to draw. We're off the clock, and now they're plenty scared. They can turn themselves in of their own volition, but they shouldn't expect mercy if they don't.

>>693002
I meant it to mean knock them out also, but yes, killing them could be a thing. It would technically be legal too, self-defense and banditry, you know how it goes.

>>690947
oh hey you're back
welcome back!

>>693194
I'm not really ever gonna be gone, at least until finals week.

On that note, next update will be when my classes are over tomorrow. So have a good day guys, life is beautiful, the birds are singing, the trees are swaying in the wind, and I have a paper to write that is due as soon as I'll conceivably wake up.

>>692983
>Knock them the fuck out and leave them in the woods. If you see them again, you’ll dispense the law at a later date but right now you need to put a hero to bed and deal with your little sister.
we're not paid for this stuff.

>>692983
>>Take them out, get Lili to call up the authorities. You need to get home.

>>692983
>Knock them all out, tie them up. Will take a time, but you don’t want them getting loose again.

>>692983
>Knock them all out, tie them up. Will take a time, but you don’t want them getting loose again.

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Looks like I'll have to roll this one out.

hello?

ded

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:l

I'm literally trying to balance college BS with regular gaming and this. Shit is hard man, I think after this thread hits the 'sage I'd better announce and work out a solid schedule that I can rely on to prevent you guys from waiting so long.

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Stepping forwards, you swing your arm forwards, clubbing the first bandit in the face with the flat of the axe and dropping him to the earth like a rock. The second attempts to run for it, but you overtake him quickly and crush a brutal blow to his neck. You wonder promptly if you’d actually just killed the second man before glancing at your watch again and remembering just how low on the list of your priorities that actually was. Running back to the blinded third bandit, you stomp him in the face until he stops moving, again hopefully asleep and not just fucking dead.

Seizing a pale-faced Lili by the shoulders you once again look at those accursed hands in your watch ticking, prompting you to even greater haste. “Tie these shits up, call up the Watch in the town down the road, I’ll be sleeping in the house with the Eagle weathervane on the top. See you later kid!”

Turning around, you sprint down the road as fast as you can, your boots stomping out distinct rumbles along the stone road until you come across the town. Flashing past the surprised citizens taking their morning walks or stretching and yawning, you barrel straight into your door and sticking the key in the lock like a steak knife in flesh. Undoing the steel blockage, you open the door and stumble into the living room, where you find Emily already sitting and eating breakfast. She takes a single look at your panting, dirt-splayed form before inviting you to sit with her to enjoy some food and a glass of water.

Lowering yourself down to the chair, you attempt to calm your heartbeat down as you scoop some egg into your mouth before washing it down with water to aid your parched throat. Emily looks at you with a knowing smile, “Long night at work?” You nod before slumping over the table in exhaustion, nearly knocking over the tableware around you.

Hovering into your view, Emily pats you on the head before dutifully grabbing her schoolbag and reaching into the medicine cabinet to restock. As she walks up to the door and gets halfway through, you raise your head.

“Hey Emily!” you call out, forcing yourself to sit up straight and catch her eyes as she turns around.

“I found you a friend.”

Her smile arches up a little higher, before nodding and walking outside and shutting the door, ending the stream of raw sunlight beaming inside the house. As it slams shut, you haul yourself over to your bed in the opposing room and collapse into the darkness.

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>>695208
Eventually, you are brought back to the world of the Living by a crisp knock, and then another, and then a series of knocks arranged in a song pattern. Groaning, you crawl your way to the door and pull yourself up on the metal of the doorknob. Opening it slowly, you find yourself greeted by the sight of an even dirtier, bandaged and bruised Lili.

Her eyes staring in space slightly, she wobbles forwards before giving you a dopey smile. Your face must show your concern exceptionally well, because she shrugs and meets your eyes.

“Turns out they had friends, a lot of friends. But nothing too serious happened, Dick. Just had to fight and run and fight and run my way back to the Booth, Astaroth gave them a piece of his mind just in time for your Eagle buddy to show up. We got the whole damn Gang out there.”

Frowning, you look the two of you over, noting some of the dirt tracked inside the house has begun to add up.

She interrupts your thoughts with a snap, “I owe you Dick, and I can tell you’re still a tad sleepy. Let me do the chores for today, whatever you need done. You stuck out for me when nobody else would, you deserve at least that much.”

Tired as she looks, you aren’t convinced she’ll last much longer doing anything really.

>Sure, knock yourself out kid. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.

>You’re gone, kid. Hit the bed in the guest room, well I guess it would be your room now.

>Write-In fuck my prompt making skills

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>>695214
>You’re gone, kid. Hit the bed in the guest room, well I guess it would be your room now.

>>695214
>You’re gone, kid. Hit the bed in the guest room, well I guess it would be your room now.

>>695214
>You’re gone, kid. Hit the bed in the guest room, well I guess it would be your room now.

>>695214
>You’re gone, kid. Hit the bed in the guest room, well I guess it would be your room now.
>you'll have breakfast, lunch, or whatever will be appropriate waiting for you when you wake up

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“You’re gone, kid. Hit the bed in the guest room, well I guess it would be your room now. Right over there, on your left. I’ll take care of everything when you get up, alright.”

She nods blankly before stumbling over to her new room, leaning on the wall a couple times before managing to crumble into the door before shutting it faintly.

You grumble back to your bed where you promptly enter the darkness of sleep in seconds, if not shorter, you can’t really tell, being all incapacitated and all.

Another knock snaps you out of your treasured blackness, and you push yourself up to your feet in a tempestuous rage. Storming up to the door, you pry it open with frenzied fingers and preparing a roar of rage at this untimely INTERLOPER.

As you move to unleash it, you notice the figure standing outside and cancel the action promptly. A young, nervous messenger dressed in the standard garb of his rank in the Comfian army is standing with a pen and a letter in each hand. Upon noticing your entrance, he offers a brief salute, which you reluctantly return before presenting you the paper.

“Message from the King, sir. His majesty has requested you detail an appropriate time to meet with him, based on your irregular work hours, sir. What answer would you like to provide to his majesty?”

>Daytime hours. Haul your sorry carcass off early to meet with the King.

>Work hours. Take your sweet time to make sure everything is in order before meeting with the King.

>>695214
>You’re gone, kid. Hit the bed in the guest room, well I guess it would be your room now.
Nah.

>>696468
>Daytime hours. Haul your sorry carcass off early to meet with the King.
Don't want to piss him off or something.

>>696468
>Daytime hours
Can't keep the King waiting

>Daytime hours. Haul your sorry carcass off early to meet with the King.

>>696468
>Work hours. Take your sweet time to make sure everything is in order before meeting with the King.
We need to look presentable, anyway

>>696468
>Daytime hours. Haul your sorry carcass off early to meet with the King.
Tired and sassy don't count for shit here, this is the King.

>>696468
>Daytime hours. Haul your sorry carcass off early to meet with the King.

>>696468
>Daytime hours. Haul your sorry carcass off early to meet with the King.

>>696468
>Daytime hours. Haul your sorry carcass off early to meet with the King.

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“Would Noon be an appropriate time?” you reply with a tired smile.

“Noon would work fine,” the messenger replies as he begins to jot down words on the paper, “His majesty will send me or another servant to retrieve you at the appointed time at this location.”

Bowing, the spry young man begins to sprint away from your front steps, and you half-heartedly start getting your things ready. You blaze through an extensive list of chores ranging from cleaning your filthy uniform to finding fresh clothes for Lili to wear and food and drink for the two of you, to making sure the floor doesn’t look like a damn pigsty.

After all is said and done, you find yourself lacing up your boots at the door when you hear a frightening scream from Lili’s room. Dashing up to her door, you shoulder check the wood with vigor provided by fear, slamming it open instantly. Inside the relative darkness of the room, you find Lili crawled up in a ball with her arms wrapped tight against her face and panting deeply. Walking up to her, you kneel and hug her until she recovers and instead looks blankly at the ceiling.

“They’ll go away eventually. Trust me, kid.” You say as you walk through the door, closing it save for a tiny crack.

“You can change into the clothes I left for you in the bathroom. Food’s on the table already. Find something to do for now I guess, I’ll be back.”

With that, you stride to the front door and emerge in the bright gaze of the sun, where you find the same messenger from before waiting on a horse and leading another with his opposite hand. Noticing you, he tosses you the reins and you oblige.

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>>697415
Prancing over in silence for an hour, the two of you finally come upon a mighty encampment shadowed by an enormous banner with the Royal Arms of Comfia etched upon it. You follow the messenger into the main tent, a large green behemoth of cloth and structural support. A rug of some truly gifted workmanship covers the floor, and a bustling table of weathered wood takes up the center of the space. Sitting at the end, working determinedly on his food with a metal fork and knife, is the King of Comfia himself.

Glancing at the two of you, he motions for you to sit at the empty seat across from him, and at that, the Messenger bows to the two of you before walking out of the tent. Taking the chair, you nod your thanks as a servant brings out a plate of food and a glass of wine on a silver tray before backing off to the shadows.

Facing the King, you finally understand the rumors surrounding him, and are quite impressed to find them fairly true. Unlike many other monarchs of the lands, the King of Comfia earned his power by crushing and unifying the various states that used to make up this land, bringing them to heel and renaming the new nation in his family’s name.

Roland Comfia was no fool of a king, and neither was he too old to bash in the heads of his enemies, nor forget how to rule a kingdom. The broad-shouldered, barrel-chested grizzly sitting in front of you adorned in his traditional purple robes was assaulting his steak with a terrifying mixture of skill and fury.

After a few awkward moments waiting as he plunges the morsel into his mouth and chews ferociously, he puts his fork and knives down before staring deep into your soul with a neutral expression.

“You’ve stirred up the hornet’s nest, young man. Your second day on the job, and we might already have an international incident on our hands. What do you have to say for yourself?”

>”I wasn’t going to let that execution happen, not on my watch. Regardless, I’m sorry for causing all this, but I didn’t have that many options at the time.”

>”Those troublemakers were breaking the law, sir. And I would take an international incident over having our laws trampled on, and a body on my hands.”

>”I might have messed things up, sir. I should have just left it well enough alone."

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>>”Those troublemakers were breaking the law, sir. And I would take an international incident over having our laws trampled on, and a body on my hands.”

>>697423

>”I wasn’t going to let that execution happen, not on my watch. Regardless, I’m sorry for causing all this, but I didn’t have that many options at the time.”

>>697423
>”Those troublemakers were breaking the law, sir. And I would take an international incident over having our laws trampled on, and a body on my hands.”

>>697423

>”Those troublemakers were breaking the law, sir. And I would take an international incident over having our laws trampled on, and a body on my hands.”

The honor of Comfia was at stake

>>697423
>”I wasn’t going to let that execution happen, not on my watch. Regardless, I’m sorry for causing all this, but I didn’t have that many options at the time.”

>>697423
>i was of the opinion that you would relish the pretext to war or at least demand compensation for infringing on our laws

>>697423
> They didn't have the appropriate paperwork, my liege, and weren't willing to take the time to fill it out.

>>697423
>”Those troublemakers were breaking the law, sir. And I would take an international incident over having our laws trampled on, and a body on my hands.”
we just followed the rules!

>>697423
>”Those troublemakers were breaking the law, sir. And I would take an international incident over having our laws trampled on, and a body on my hands.”

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” Those troublemakers were breaking the law, sir. And I would take an international incident over having our laws trampled on, and a body on my hands.”

Looking intently back at the King, the staring contest between the two of you lasts for almost a good thirty seconds more before he breaks it off, a hearty smile emerging on his face as the two of you disengage.

“I like it. And it seems like you’re just the man I was looking for.” He says as his smile widens and he slaps you on the back with serious force.

“Your petition to extradite those troublemakers has been declined, unfortunately. The Abyssal King isn’t exactly very happy, with you saving that deserter and slapping around his finest knights. In fact, the old bastard actually put in a petition to extradite YOU.”

You shiver involuntarily, being a prisoner in the care of a spurned Demon King is the kind of situation that fuels nightmares to the sane.

“I told him he couldn’t have you, and then he went and threw a fit. Said he’d do whatever it took. So, bottom line is, my boy, you’re wanted by the ruler of Hell.”

Roland notices your face drop as the implications of the statement sink into you before cracking another hearty smile and wrapping himself in his robes further.

“Worry not, Dick. He won’t dare risk outright war, not after what happened the last time he tried it. If he does, we’ll just have to call up the other Kingdoms and end this threat once and for all.”

Pouring himself some wine into a gaudy golden chalice, he pours some for you on your side of the table and raises it up.

“I’m handing you a promotion, by the way. Wholly deserved, and it’ll do some good for everyone. See my advisor on your way out for the details. Got it?” he laughs as he slaps you on the back again, this time, you return the gesture and earn yourself another series of chuckles from the King.

“I’ll drink to that, your Majesty.” You say as you clank your chalice with his and down the liquid, relishing in the barrage of flavors harnessed by the aged drink.

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Revelry over, you excuse yourself and make your way back outside the tent, where you find a stern looking man dressed in a fine black suit waiting for you. Tall and sinewy, the man nods at you and offers a bony, gloved hand.

“Bartholomew Comfia, advisor to His Majesty.”

You shake his hand and nod back, before asking confusedly, “You’re related to the King?”

He smiles, “Of Course, not everyone in his family is as proficient in the arts of war or being slobs who can’t manage their own fiefdoms.”

You don’t doubt it, the man smells of Bureaucracy. And that makes him dangerous, maybe more dangerous than the King. Things are a little too busy for your second day.

“As per the King’s orders, you have been granted a promotion, but which field you’ll take is up to you.”

Great. Choices.

>Customs Sergeant

>Customs Officer and Border Patrol

>Customs Investigator

>No Promotion

>>699053
>"What do each of these positions entail, exactly?"

I'm kind of confused altogether. I thought at first we were essentially a checkpoint before going into a dungeon. But now we are at the border of another nation?

>>699090
A. Leader of a trio of Customs Officers
B. Your regular job, with border patrol on even days
C. Hunt down fugitives near the Border. Customs Officer on odd days.
D. No changes

>>699151
>A. Customs Sergeant
At least we'll have underlings to boss over and keep company!

>>699143
The Dungeon is another nation?

>>699143
The Dungeon is massive enough to have sovereign nations inside of it that are generally made up of the inhabitants. Hell counts as one, and they're the most powerful inside and thus have control of the entire dungeon although they rarely travel outside of Hell.

That being said, they only really want you and are only partially willing to dick it out with Comfia. Meaning you'll only be in trouble if you enter the Dungeon in any way, and they're notified.

>>699053
>D. No changes

Priority - Imouto.

We have a little sister to take care of, we can't be dicking around with risking ourselves.

>>699171
>>699053

Actually, can we start with this as a bargaining point for turning down the promotion unless the King can help out our sister?

>>699053
>>Customs Sergeant
judging from >>699151

with our...infamy, any job near a long stretch of border sounds not great.

UNLESS, it's the border of a DIFFERENT kingdom. I'd like to see the Demon King drag yet another kingdom into this mess.

>>699151
>A. Leader of a trio of Customs Officers
where will we be stationed to supervise these customs officers?

>>699196
This

Next update in a bit. Like I really mean a bit. Please be patient as I try to avoid losing my fucking mind because I'm an idiot.

>>699053
>Customs Sergeant

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>>699053
>Customs Sergeant
Our checkpoint will be an impenetrable barrier against the alien, demon, and ruffian alike.

>>699053
>Customs Investigator

>>699151
C

>>699053
>A: Custom Sergeant

>>699053
seeing there's no replies, I'll go with
>Customs Sergeant

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“I’ll take Sergeant.” You reply promptly.

He nods, before handing you an Officer Cap, much like your own bar the gilded stripes denoting the rank of Comfian Sergeant. “Good choice. Comes with a bunch of perks, here I’ll show you some toys…” he says as he walks you over to a smaller tent that contains a wooden table, covered in a brown cloth.

Taking off the cloth, the table is revealed to have three one-fit-for-all Comfian uniforms and private caps next to a single carpenter’s hammer. Gesturing to the uniforms and caps, he walks up to them and runs his black gloved hands through the rugged stitching.

“Three uniforms, three caps. The hammer over there, tap your booth with it and step back.”

Whistling, he calls up a servant from the outside who promptly gathers all the item and places them into a bag. Attaching the bag to your steed, the servant bows profusely before leaving the tow of you alone in the net.

Nervously, you fidget in place before Bartholomew tilts his head curiously.

“Since you and the King have me picked out for promotion and all…and since I might actually get somewhere…I was wondering…”

“Oh!” Bart exclaims, folding his arms behind his back with a relieved smile. “I thought you were going to ask something else, heh. Anyways, don’t worry, I will personally attend to giving you any updates on the anti-curse medicinal trials. I’ve read both your files extensively, and I'm confident she’ll live long enough to be free, Dick.”

Relieved, you extend your hand and he gives it a quick shake, before transforming himself directly back into full business mode.

“Anyways, you’ll be in command of three Customs privates, but we don’t seem to have any regulars available at the moment. Traffic seems to be picking up along our borders, Dick, and we need every body we can get. Looks like you’ll have to find some yourself.”

You nearly decide to salute him right there and take off, but a stray thought about the enemies you’ve made sends a little fear through you, and so you voice these concerns to Bart.

“What about the Demons? Should I be armed in case they decide to take things into their own hands?”

He looks at you and adjusts his tie, grinning madly all the while.

“Wouldn’t worry about it, Dick. They can’t take you by force, you’re under the protection of the King now. And if they try something sneaky, something devious?”

He takes his sunglasses off, revealing two mad eyes gleaming with anticipation, “Well, that’s where the fun part of my job begins. I love a challenge.”

You give him a belated salute, a tad unnerved by the glee displayed in his moment before he puts a hand on your shoulder, and you turn around to face him.

“And, Dick,” he says as he leans in quietly, “If anything…interesting happens, I’d like for you to contact me first rather than the King. He’s a good man and a better King, but subtlety isn’t his specialty, it’s mine. What do you say?”

>Sure

>I don’t know about this

>WriteIn

Also

>New thread

or

>Continue until this drops off pretty far?

>>703946
>Sure
Though if an issue becomes too drastic I'd prefer to report directly to the king
>>703948
>Continue until this drops off pretty far?

>>703946
Tell him sure, but ask us again when the time will come.
This thread is good

>>703948
Sure

And yes, I think we're autosaged.
Also, this quest is the cat's tits man. One of the few I look forward to.

>>703946
>Sure.

>>703946
>Sure
>>703948
>Continue until this drops off pretty far?

>>703946
>Sure...

>>703948
>Continue until this drops off pretty far?
You won't believe how slow this board is.

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I got bored

>>704317
Noice

>>704317
More?

>>704462
Not now,it's getting late here and I need sleep

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>>704496

>>703946
>Sure
>>703948
>Continue until this drops off pretty far?

>>704317
My dick is diamond hard right now.

>>705241
Mine is to now that I see that trip

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>>703946
>I don’t know about this
Let's keep things above board, eliminating the immediate Demons won't really stop them from sending more.

>>703948
>Continue until this drops off pretty far?
at least until a proper stopping point, like getting home and taking stock of sister and freeloade-I mean, guest.

>>704317
cap looks fine to me, dude. Been a while

>>708300
Yeah. You're right. Supportin

>>704317
Our own personal artanon *.* keep up with the good work, your kind is the most loved in every quest

>>708300
Oh fuck I'm found
But yeah,this quest seems promising

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“Sure, but if we’re in over our heads, I’d prefer we contact the King too.”

He smiles and gives you a sly thumbs-up, before walking away, his shadow vanishing eerily as he walks into the shadow of the nearby tents.

You wonder when you’ll see him again. Scratch that, you know you’ll see that shady bastard again. And it won’t be under the same cheerful circumstances, you’re sure of that.

Shaking off your concern and getting on your horse, you prance back home and tie it to your fence post, before sneaking up to the window and peeking through. You see a cleaned-up Lili sitting around playing around with fireballs, juggling them without a thought for the whole “Living in a house, made of wood, that you share with two other people, deal.”

Without even thinking, you nearly kick in the door from its hinges and scream, but you realize that surprising somebody juggling fireballs is a terrible, terrible idea. Instead, you knock slowly and hold your breath, hoping nothing goes up in flames. After half a minute, you hear the door unlock, and Lili opens the door with a nervous look.

“You’re back!” she says with an almost disappointed tone, cleverly hidden beneath a façade of surprise and formality that you’d learned specifically to get past in training.

“Yeah, got a promotion for what happened last night. Speaking of which, I should probably talk with the Watch to see the whole Bandit thing play out.” You say as you head inside and pour yourself a glass of water in the Kitchen.

“Anyways, you planning on going to school or something? You can’t just sit around the house all day, you know.”

She puts her hands behind her back, the same ones that you saw tossing around fireballs IN YOUR GODDAMN HOUSE with ease.

“Not really sure right now, you know. I know I can always improve on my magic, but what purpose would it serve?” she says quietly, looking down at the floor exactly like she did yesterday at the Booth.

“I guess…that I’m just trying to figure things out y’know. Thanks for that, by the way. I keep saying it, but I can’t express it enough. Thanks for helping me out, Dick.”

You smile, before refilling the glass and drinking again before plopping the cup on the wooden kitchen table with a sharp plinking noise.

You’re not going to tell her how to live, that’s out of the question. But you need to suggest something constructive for her to do. You still want to have a house when you come back after work, too.

>I know an Elf who might be able to help you out…

>I’ll make you my assistant, learn the tricks of the trade, stuff like that for now.

>You could head to school like Emily, get an education and all that.

>Write-in

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I really need to learn how time management works.

>>709487
>You could head to school like Emily, get an education and all that.

>>709487
>You could head to school like Emily, get an education and all that.
I have a feeling that we fucked over a prophecy or the fate of the world big time by taking her in. Just a hunch.

>>709487
>>I know an Elf who might be able to help you out…
Who cares about education when you're a HERO??

>>709565
That's a baaaad idea anon, remember how she came back?

I'll second it

>>709578
The important thing is that she DID came back

>>709581
Exactly why I second going with her. What's the worst that could happen?

>>709589
The worst that could happen is that we're freed from yet another burden, that's what

>>709487
>You could head to school like Emily, get an education and all that.
Be our lawyer.

>>709487
>I know an Elf who might be able to help you out…

Lili seems like a person who'd be bored in a classroom setting.

>>709487
How I'm looking at it, she'd be utterly bored in school, and I dunno how well she'd take to lessons. Might help her in some ways, but in others, not so much.

And I really don't want to give her over to the elf right now- maybe later when she's a bit more matured. So I'll go for the middle option:

>>I’ll make you my assistant, learn the tricks of the trade, stuff like that for now.

Because this place has already seen some action, and she can learn some bylaws and how to interact with people. Might even make a few friends/allies for her eventual revenge tour.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Tie between first and second votes.

Here goes nothing with the ROLL!

>>712431
Education it is.

Hey, it's just like my chinese cartoons / real-life situation!

>>712448
?

>>712448
Wut?

>>714737
>>716127
Disregard the post. It was made during a madness borne of exhaustion. Much like this one, only a lot less so as I can reason properly.

Debating whether or not I should make a thread later instead of just updating because I'll only truly be free later tonight.

>>716679
C'mon OP, you can talk with us about your chinese cartoons

Dont die op

>>720749
You see kid what happens when you take too much Chinese cartoons?

Still here, will announce before dropping next thread.

Will continue when not busy.

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