>>724667
[2/2]

“Well...” You swirl your finger through your hair. “I mean, maybe we could negotiate prices inside with your boss?” The two chuckle lightly, incredulous. “Come on, I know Don Speranza's in there.” They stop chuckling. “I won't say anything if maybe we could uh... settle a price and I don't tell the cops?”

The two guards look at each other. “One sec, miss.” They quickly step aside to discuss this. “Whaddya think, Lou?”

“I think she's scamming us, maybe the cookies are poisoned.”

“If they was poisoned, why did you eat one?”

“You said it was good!”

“It could be poisoned good!”

“Look, say the cookies are good. And you know the boss likes his cookies, and he likes nice young girls like her too. I mean, you see the size of her...” The guard makes a grabbing motion with his hands to his chest. “That ain't no kid, that's a woman.”

“Ugh. Alright, we introduce the kid. We get cookies, done deal. If the boss don't like it, your fault.” The other guard shrugs. “Alright, kid!” You smile at them. “You get one shot. Any funny business, your parents are gonna be crying over you in your nice pine overcoat.”

With that, the guards escort you inside past the lavish garden, the fountain in the driveway, and up the smooth stairsteps into the mansion. They open up the door, looking around. “Right, stay here. No funny business.” The two guards decide to leave you to sit in a chair by the door. “We'll be back.”

And you watch them leave, and hear them get out of earshot.

> Prepare the alternate entrance.
> Wait. No need to risk anything just yet.
> Other

>>724670
>> Prepare the alternate entrance.

>>724670
>> Prepare the alternate entrance.

>>724670
> Prepare the alternate entrance.

> Prepare the alternate entrance.

Time to prepare the alternate entrance for your girls. You quickly tiptoe your way over the carefully waxed floors and through the lavish mansion. Man, you can't imagine living in a place this big. There's almost way too much room. What are you going to do with all this space?

No matter. You hurry to the back, then quickly find a window by the backyard pool. “Gatsby,” you whisper. He appears out of thin air, plopping himself down on the windowsill. Alright. You carefully undo the lock here, then crack the window open ajar. “Alright, Gatsby, you watch this window. You'll know when to send for the girls, alright?”

“Alright,” he says. “But be careful.”

“When am I never not careful?” you ask brilliantly. “Now, once this is done we-” You hear some footsteps. OH DAMN IT. Gatsby quickly goes poof and disappears. Well thanks a lot, Gatsby! You look around, uh, uh, paintings, knight in armor, no that's too big, vases, cabinets, CABINETS! You quickly rush for the cabinet and shove yourself inside.

…

You get a very shaky feeling down your spine. You slowly peek between the crack in the wood. “Hm...” Oh no.

It's him.

“Something the matter, Doc?” The Witch Doctor, along with a pair of mobsters.

“I smell something,” he says.

“Oh, sorry, that's me, I had something spicy this morning,” says one of the mobsters.

You place your hand over your mouth, trying not to even breath. Please don't find you, please don't find you, please don't find you. Please, please, please...

“Right,” he says. You peek out again, and see them round the corner again, out of sight. Oh thank god.

Right, right, uh...

> Keep hiding. He knows you're here somewhere, but not where exactly.
> Sneak your way to the Don, wherever he is.
> Go back to the front entrance and hope you don't run into the Witch Doctor.
> Other

>>724739
> Sneak your way to the Don, wherever he is.

>>724739
>> Sneak your way to the Don, wherever he is.

>>724739
>> Sneak your way to the Don, wherever he is.

> Sneak your way to the Don, wherever he is.

You poke your head out of he cabinet, sighing deeply. Okay, you're good, you're alright. You quickly head the opposite way. “Hey!” yells one of the guards. “Where'd that girl go!?”

“Start searching, she can't have gone far!” shout another. Okay, cover might be blown, but that's fine. You just have to search through the mansion and find your man. You poke your head through a doorway into a random hallway. Please be stairs, or an elevator, anything heading upstairs. You hurry down the corridor, your footsteps masked by the soft carpet beneath.

Wait! You stop, skidding to a halt. Stairs! You quickly head the flight of stairs, then into the next hallway. Here the windows light up the place from the backyard. You look around, just this hallway and the corner at the end of it. Man, whoever designed this mansion must have have gotten lazy. With that, you hurry down to the other end, quietly.

And there, you find a set of double doors. You gently sidle down towards it, then test the knob. Not locked.

Okay, these doors look important. Yet they're not locked. Either it's a trap, or the Don hasn't realized someone has invaded his home just yet.

…

You're going to assume the latter. You open the door.

And there you find a huge office space, backed up by the light of the sun behind the big chair and the big desk. Everything else seems shrouded in shadow. On the wall, above the fireplace, is a very lavish painting of the Italian countryside, and next to it is a wall of guns hanging on it. Yep, this is a Don's office. You pull out your pistol from beneath your skirt, attached to your stockings, then cock it. “Don Speranza.”

He turns around in his chair, holding his hands up. “Well, well.” He smirks. “If it isn't our littlest thorn in our side.” You step up to him, squinting at your eyes at this pathetic waste of space. “Should've figured you'd try to sneak in.”

“And you think a bunch of wiseguys with guns was going to stop me?” you ask.

“I'd have figured you'd try to shoot your way in,” he says. “Guess I was wrong.” You roll your eyes. “You want that Jewel, don't you, girl.” You nod. “Well, I ain't going to tell you where it is, young lady. That's no business of mine.”

“You know where it is, and you're going to tell me,” you growl. You reach across the desk and place the barrel against his forehead. But he remains cool as an ice block, glaring at you. “Tell me, or I'll paint the windows with your brains.”

“You're not going to shoot me,” he says smugly. “That's not you. That hasn't been you for years, Shadow.”

…

goddamn it he's right.

He wheezes, laughing outrageously. “Soon as my boys come in, you're done for. That freak with the mask will have his way with you, and you'll be sucking quicklime in a ditch by the road. Forget it, Shadow. You're done for.”

> Shoot him in the knee.
> Signal Gatsby for help.
> “I don't need to hurt you. I got somebody worse.”
> Other

>>724845
>> “I don't need to hurt you. I got somebody worse.”

>>724845
> “I don't need to hurt you. I got somebody worse.”

>>724845
> “I don't need to hurt you. I got somebody worse.”

>>724845
>> “I don't need to hurt you. I got somebody worse.”

>>724845
> “I don't need to hurt you. I got somebody worse.”

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> “I don't need to hurt you. I got somebody worse.”

“Stand up.” He smirks a bit. “Do it.” He obliges you, standing up. “Face the window.”

“What's this about?” he asks.

“I don't need to hurt you. I'm gonna show you somebody worse than me.” He blinks at that statement, his smirk gone. “Go on.” He turns around, stepping to the window. Gatsby appears behind you, awaiting your signal. You nod to him.

He disappears.

You and Don Speranza watch as Anneliese, Val, and Knives hop over the fence. Several of the guards turn to face them as they make themselves known. Knives loudly directs Anneliese and Val to head into the mansion, while she deals with the guards. The guards, numbering at least ten or fifteen in strength march up to Knives to stop her.

And what follows is simply too horrific to describe. Blood gets splattered all across the grass. A man's arm ends up in the pool, staining it with red clouds. One man's scream is so loud you can hear it all the way here through the window. Don Speranza steps back, right into the barrel of your gun. “... Jesus Christ, who the hell is that?”

“The person you'll have to answer to if you don't answer to me,” you declare.

Knives holds a struggling and writhing man under her arm, locked in. She quickly slashes his throat open, letting him bleed onto the grounds. She wipes the blood on her blade off on her sleeve, then looks up at the window where you and him watch. And to you, Knives blows you a kiss, winking at you. Don Speranza sweats intensely, shaking in his shoes. She starts walking closer.

“I-... I ain't telling you a thing,” he says shakily.

“You will. Or you'll have to tell her that,” you say quickly.

“If you think you can scare me with-” The window suddenly shatters as a knife grazes the Don's ear. “AH!” He screams, leaning forward onto his desk. The knife embeds itself into the door.

Knives climbs up, uncaring of the broken glass and shrapnel around her hands. “My, my? Do we have a problem?”

> “Last chance.”
> “He's all yours.”
> Other

>>724999
> “Last chance.”
Nice trips

>>724999
>> “Last chance.”

>>724999
>> “Last chance.”

> “Last chance.”

Knives pulls herself up into the room, dusting herself off, adjusting her white gloves stained with blood. “Who is this now? He's so tender and fat, I could have him for dinner!” Knives licks her lips, advancing on him. “I'm going to need something a bit bigger.” She reaches beneath her blouse, then pulls out a gigantic steak knife, which freezes Don Speranza in fright.

But before she can flay the Don alive, you step between the two. “Last chance, Don.”

The Don nods slowly, holding his hands up in fright. “Th- th- the basement. It's in the basement where I keep everything else. I-... I can show you! Just don't let her get me! Please!”

“Please let me get him,” says Knives. “I like my boys like I like my pork, fat, moist, and shaking with fear.”

You grab the Don by the collar, turn him towards the door, then march him with your pistol in his back. “Go.” He nods, walking along. Seems you didn't really need the alternate entrance anyway. Oh well. Maybe you'll learn what's necessary and what isn't from Christine.

The three of you keep marching, until you find Anneliese and Val. Anneliese holds a shotgun while Val looks out the front door. “Hey!” Anneliese hurries over to you. “What has happened? Where is the Jewel?”

“Downstairs,” you explain. “The Don is going to lead us to it.”

“I beg to differ.” You all freeze in place, then slowly turn your heads to one of the hallways. There, standing in the doorframe, backed up by two largeset mobsters, is the Witch Doctor. He spins the cylinder of his .357 magnum Smith and Wesson, glaring at all of you. “I knew I smelled you in here. Next time I really should follow my instincts.” He points his revolver squarely at you. “And next time, I should actually make sure you die.”

You pull the Don close to you, holding him as a shield. Please work, please work. “Wh... what are you doing!?” he shouts. “Wh- wait! Wait!” He holds out his arms to the Witch Doctor.

“You do anything, I'll shoot him,” you say firmly.

And to that, his response is to blast the Don in the forehead. You drop him, and his corpse flops onto the ground. Anneliese gasps in shock, while Val and even Knives step back in silent shock. “Did you really think I actually cared about him. His so-called 'manpower' has proven time and time again to be worthless.” He responds by blasting his backup before they can respond, they fall over dead in the hallway. He flips out the cylinder, reloading his revolver. “When I'm done with you, I'll make your little friends suffer as well.”

> “Anneliese, go, I'll cover you!”
> RUN!
> Fight him, together.
> Other

>>725138
> RUN!

>>725138
>> RUN!

>>725138
>> RUN!

>>725138
> RUN!

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We're gonna end things a bit early tonight. I'll pick up from today's vote and start it tomorrow when I get home, yeah? Yeah. Just a bit tired as all.

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>>725372
Quite alright Schteel, thanks for running.

>>725372
Thanks for running Schteel

> RUN!

“Run!” you declare. All five of you quickly bolt to the nearest hallway, narrowing avoid a Magnum round squarely aimed for your head. Damn! The Witch Doctor floats after you, keeping his revolver raised and aimed at you. He fires again. Another missed shot which slams into a vase and makes it burst into a thousand pieces. Whoa!

You all burst into the kitchen, arriving to see a group of chefs surprised to see you there. “Get down!” yells Anneliese. She turns around and fires at the door. The Witch Doctor simply takes it, the buckshot flying right through him. “Worth a shot.”

“The basement door.” Val points to a door at the other end of the kitchen. You all run towards it, and the Witch Doctor quickly flies towards you all. You open it up, revealing a long dark staircase into complete blackness. Oh great, just what you needed against a floating anti-magical monster.

“Let's go!” you order. Anneliese, Val, and Gatsby hurry in first. Then you, and then, “Knives-”

“Go!” She draws a pair of Knives, staring down the Witch Doctor as she interposes herself between you and him. “I'll buy you some time!”

“But-”

Knives looks back. “Tell Liberty I love her.” She quickly slams the door on your face, nearly knocking you down the stairs. The next few things you hear are gunshots, knife slashes, and men screaming (probably the chefs.) Anneliese catches you, helping you down the stairs. And to Knives' sacrifice, she says to you very quickly, “She's not going to buy us much time.”

“We need to hurry,” says Gatsby. “The Jewel is down here somewhere.”

“I can't see anything!” you say. Complete darkness. Even with your eyes adjusting, all you can make it are blobs and silhouettes.

> Forget the lights, just grope around until you find it.
> Try and find the lights first.
> Go back up and help Knives.
> Other

>>728691
> Forget the lights, just grope around until you find it.

>>728691
>> Forget the lights, just grope around until you find it.

rip psychopath

>>728691
>Forget the lights, just grope around until you find it.

>>728691
>> Try and find the lights first.

>>728710
Lesbian Nazi psychopath, to be clear. It's like something out of a pulp novel. Then again, the Magical Girl Liberty world is pulpy as hell.

Wait, don't we have light-illuminating magic?

>>728765
Only if you count light-by-muzzle-flash, which would be hilarious

> Forget the lights, just grope around until you find it.

“Alright, just forget the lights!” you yell. You quickly hurry down the stairs, but immediately hit a notch and trip head over heels as you tumble down the wooden frame. “AGH! OW OW AAAGH!” you crash to the floor. “We just gotta feel and hope that we can find it! Maybe it's-” You pat down something big and square. It's a case! Maybe it's in here!

Suddenly, a bright light illuminates the room, revealing the vast arrays of weaponry across its walls, chests and drawers strewn all about the floors, and paintings stacked against cabinets and closets. You look back to see Anneliese holding a magical light up from her hand, staring down at you confusedly. “Um. We can generate light you know.”

Oh.

“W-... well I can't!” you shout.

Anneliese smirks at you. “It's okay, I know you forgot.” Damn it! You slap your cheeks. You're so embarrassed! “Gatsby, can you find it?”

“I am sensing the powerful magic in this basement, yes,” he says. He starts sniffing out the floor a bit, pacing around. Then he points like a pointer dog at one of the chests. “There.” You all hurry and rush over to the chest. It's locked up by a big padlock and several stacks of chains. Great.

“Stand back!” You all hide behind Anneliese as she-

Val takes the padlock and tears it out. Oh. Anneliese glares at Val. “... I was going to do that,” says Anneliese.

“Your shotgun would have produced dangerous shrapnel,” says Val. Anneliese puffs her cheeks out, pouting a bit.

You quickly open up the chest. And inside, glowinga brilliant white is the Jewel. It lightens up the dark chest with its high intense magical energy. And even you from just a few inches away can feel how strong the magic is. You gently poke at it, and it shocks you. “Ah! What the-”

“Very strong magic,” says Gatsby as he materializes a pair of gloves for you. “Requires careful handling.” You huff, pulling them on, then grabbing it. It still feels like its burning in your hand. Ow! “We should go now before-”

The door bursts open from the top of the basement. The Witch Doctor floats down the stairs, reloading his revolver.

Uh oh.

> Keep running!
> Grab a gun off the shelf!
> “Take this and run Anneliese, I'll cover you!”
> Other

>>728829
> Grab a gun off the shelf!

>>728829
> Grab a gun off the shelf!
> Keep running!
In that order.

>>728829
>> Keep running!

And to think, this never would have happened if we had run from him at the start.

>>728829
>> Keep running!
Not like bullets stop him

> Keep running!
> Grab a gun off the shelf!

You hurry and grab a random gun off the shelf. You heft it up. What the hell!? Why does the Mob have this thing!?

> M1917 LEWIS GUN <
> A modification purpose built for one of the finest light machine guns of the Great War. This Lewis Gun fires .30-06 rounds with a decent rate of fire from a pan magazine. <

The Witch Doctor aims his revolver, firing it past your ear. You hear the zip of it, then the explosion as it impacts the wall next to you. “Whoa!” You duck down, quickly firing a burst off as you and the girls start to run. Hopefully there's another entrance out of here!

“You can't run from me,” he says. Running from him now! You all see a door. Val quickly tackles through it, and it leads into what appears to be a wine room. You turn around and fire a few more bursts at him as he advances. Still no damage! Why did you even grab this gun!? AUGH!

“There!” yells Anneliese. Two cellar doors leading up to the surface! Perfect! Anneliese quickly blasts the lock off, several rays of light shine right through the holes. Val and Anneliese hurry up, but you keep on firing at the Witch Doctor as he closes in feet by feet. “Rana, come on! We must go now!”

You turn around, hurrying. But you trip down on a discard wine bottle, falling over. “Rana!” screams Anneliese frantically. The Jewel drops out of your grip. No!

“I have you now,” he growls.

“Rana, take my hand!” yells Anneliese, she holds her hand down to you.

> Grab Rana's hand!
> Grab the Jewel!
> “Go! Go!”
> Other

>>729059
> Grab the Jewel!
Think ya got the first option wrong there!

>>729059
>Grab the Jewel!

>>729059
>> Grab the Jewel!
>> “Go! Go!”

> Grab the Jewel!

No, you can't leave, not without the Jewel! You loko at your arm, it's starting to go completely black from the anti-magic. Goddamn it! No, you're not going to lose your magic like this! Not while you still live! You grab the Jewel, then hurry to crawl to the ladder. Anneliese keeps holding her hand out to you. “Come on!” Suddenly, a revolver shot makes her flinch. “Ah! No!” Val pulls Annelise back. “No! Let go of me! RANA!” she screams.

You turn around, holding the Jewel close to your heart. “You think that little thing is going to protect you,” he says smugly. “I think not.” He reaches out to you. The Jewel starts pulsing in your hand, beeping loudly. What the-...

Once his hand comes within a few inches of you, it zaps him. “AGH!” he yells out in pain, his arm burning bright red before returning to its usual smoky black. You stand up, panting heavily as you hold the ladder. He glares at you, quickly reloading his revolver. “You little-” You hold it back at him again. “Agh!” It zaps him again, slashing at his magic. “Agh! What is this!? It shouldn't be doing that!”

“It's a Jewel of Eternity! And its magic is stronger than your anti-magic!” you yell.

He hisses. “You little bitch! Nothing is stronger than me! I am anti-magic incarnate!” You wave it at him, and he backs away. “Ah! No!”

You smirk a bit. “Your move, tough guy.”

He raises his revolver, cocking the hammer back. “You are not going to beat me.”

> Rush him.
> Run, you'll get him once you're at full strength.
> Other

>>729252
>Run, you'll get him once you're at full strength.
We're still under threat of dying to the Witch Doctor directly, and there's still the matter of restoring Bomber's power before it's too late.

>>729252
>> Rush him.
Shoe's on the other foot now, you S&M lookin' motherfucker!

>>729252
> Rush him.
'Witch Doctor'? more like 'About To Go Out Like A Bitch Doctor'.

>>729252
>> Run, you'll get him once you're at full strength.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Fuck it, we'll do a tiebreaker.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

I mean, FUCK IT WE'LL DO A TIEBREAKER WITH ACTUAL OPTIONS.

1. RUSH
2. RUN

>>729506
There there, Schteel, we still love you.

> Run, you'll get him once you're at full strength.

“Yeah, not right now.” You punch the Jewel at him, and he flinches backwards again. “But soon, I will.” You quickly climb up the ladder. “Witch Doctor. I'll be back!” You slam the doors shut on him, then start running.

Wait.

You turn around, open the doors open again, and find him looking in surprise.

“WITH WEAPONS!” you scream. You slam the doors again.

-

-

Although they had left you behind, you managed to catch up with Val, Anneliese, and Gatsby back at Knives' warehouse. “Rana!” Anneliese sprints over to you, and almost tackles you down with her hug. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry we left you! Val wouldn't let go of me! And I tried to go back-”

“It's okay,” you say. “We're fine.” You hold up the Jewel, grinning. Anneliese and Val stare at it in awe, while Gatsby himself crawls up your shoulder. “Me especially. Gatsby?” He nods, psychically holding the Jewel and taking it onto the floor with him. He examines it closely with his eyes, fluttering his tails around it as it spins slowly in his grasp. “So... what do you think? Can you cure me with that, Gatsby?”

Gatsby tilts his head. “Well. I have the means, we don't know if it'll work but I can make it work for sure. But...” He looks back at you, squinting. “I suppose it depends.”

You fold your arms. “Depends?” You don't like where this is going.

“Depends. Bomber, I have always loved you as like a daughter of mine. I have cared for you even in your darkest days and blackest nights. We could be together again, wouldn't you?” You glare at him a bit.

“... are you trying to threaten me, Gatsby?” you ask.

“Just answer the question. Can we work together once more if I do this?”

> “No.”
> “Fine.”
> Other

>>729600
>> “Fine.”
If it'll cure me, then fine.

>>729600
> Other
Not unless working with me means you're willing to play ball with Operator and the other messengers to fight the Nazis.

>>729600
> “Fine.”

>>729600
>> “Fine.”
Oh, we could work together again. On our side of the law, not his.

>>729600
>Other
Depends on your definition of working together. We're not going back to live onthe streets.

> “Fine.”

“Fine, we can,” you say. “But no more skirting the law, Gatsby. That's not me anymore.” Gatsby tilts his head again. “If we're going to work together, we'll work together on my terms, not yours. If you really love me, Gatsby. You'll do that. Okay?”

…

“Very well.” He places the Jewel into a cloud of smoke. “I will hurry to make the necessary procedures.” He poofs away, leaving you alone with Val and a very concerned looking Anneliese.

“So. Is this it then?” asks Anneliese.

“Not yet, we still need to cure me. Plus, that Witch Doctor.” Something nags at you for a second. “What about Knives? Did you hear from her? Did you find her?”

Anneliese frowns a bit. “Why do you care?” You care because she willingly sacrificed herself to buy you time from the Witch Doctor. She's probably the entire reason you even have the Jewel in the first place. And she's probably dead because of you. She's hard to kill, but you can't imagine her surviving against him. “No, we didn't see her. If she's still around though, I'd like to kill her. I'm done working with her.”

“Right, right.” You place your hands on Anneliese's shoulders, sighing deeply. “At least you're okay, Anne.” She smiles a little. “And thanks for trying to help me at least.”

“No worries,” she says. “We're friends.” You smile back. Friends.

Gatsby appears again. “I can have a rudimentary cure ready for you by morning. If you're willing to wait.” You nod. “Alright. I will be working in my office.” Office? He disappears. From there, you hear loud noises and sounds of tools being thrown around upstairs. Ah, okay.

> Visit Gatsby upstairs.
> Talk with Anneliese a bit.
> See how Val is doing.
> Other

>>730099
>> See how Val is doing.
Time to figure out what in hell's name she is

>>730099
>> Talk with Anneliese a bit.

>>730099
>See how Val is doing.
We still don't know what she is, and she refuses to explain herself.

>>730099
> See how Val is doing.

> See how Val is doing.

You let Anneliese start checking the windows and prepare some barricades in case somebody tried to follow you. And thus, you decide to get some answers out of Val. She stands there, staring at you, her eyes with a faint glow to them. “So, Val.” Her eyebrows quirk upward, curious. “What exactly uh... are you?”

“A friend,” she says.

“Right,” you say. “But um... what are you physically?”

“A person,” she says.

…

“So who are you?”

“I am Val.”

“Val, I need more details than that. You're obviously not the most human person here,” you say. She tilts her head, curiously. “So... maybe you can explain yourself a little?”

She cocks her head a bit, then nods slowly. “I was sent here to find someone.” Oh? “I cannot tell you more than that. The rest of what I do is to be classified.” Oh, okay. Right, right. “You are not that someone, but I do believe you can help me, hence why I have been keeping an eye on you. You appear to be very special in this world.”

“Yeah, yeah...” You look down at your arm a bit. “It wasn't like that five years ago. If I was special then, it was because of how much the world hated me.” No, you won't dwell on it. “Where do you come from?”

“Nowhere relevant to the conversation,” she explains. Keeping her cards close to her chest. Fine, very well. “If you do not mind, I would rather not have this conversation. I am not comfortable with speaking about myself.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Really. I do not think of myself as an individual, more as a tool.” She places her hand on her chest, a faint frown on her face. “I was not born to be a person with desires, morality, or independence. I was born with several purposes in mind, and I will fulfill them to the best of my ability when it comes to that. Do you understand that?”

“Y-... yeah I guess.” You open your arms, then gently hug Val.

…

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Hugging you.”

“I did not request to be hugged,” she says.

“Nobody does,” you say quietly.

…

“Well, thank you. But, please let go of me.”

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We will finish this thread tomorrow once I get back from work. And hopefully we shall be able to do LGA2 on the weekend.

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>>730487
Thanks for running Schteel

>>730487
Thanks for running Schteel.

>>730482
So Val is naturally attracted to magical girls and is looking for one in particular. And here I thought she had a thing for Bomber of all people, but she's apparently not the "chosen one."

>>730536
>it's always Liberty

>>730567
Of COURSE it's Liberty. Even in Bomber's sidestory where she risks life and limb against the veritable anti-mage, Liberty still finds a way to shine.

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>>724667

how did I not know about this quest until now?

>>751594
Because it falls under the Magical Girl Liberty umbrella, which is much more extensive. This quest in particular is a side-story/gaiden.

>>751594
>>752995
In short, Magical Girl Liberty is about diesel-era pulp stories with magical girls.