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The carriage rolls onwards, with the bodyguards now joining everyone else in the rather luxurious seating. After that incident, it was deemed they’d need a bit of rest- the Harwolves likely would’ve scared anything else away. And apparently, that wasn’t the only reason. The countryside rolls, by uncaring of the bombshell that was just dropped.

The sound Purps makes is...unique, to say the least. Kinda like a gasp of rage, shock, embarrassment, laughter, all in one go. “Come again?”

Switchwick sighs as you lean on the edge of the carriage, desperately trying to not look their way. The grin would probably just piss her off. “I was hoping that, considering the horrible incident that happened to Billie, that you would, well…”

“Take her place!?” Purps repeats; you think she’s incredulous but it kind of comes out the same as everything else she says, not that you’d really blame her. Sounds like Switchwick’s had it in for the girl since she met her, mostly. Can’t really understand why she’d ask Purps to do something so important if she didn’t like her, though. Seems like it’d be an easy way to cause problems. But, hell, she’s the client. Not gonna argue. “Why the hell me?”

That better not be an implication. “Well, let me put it this way.” Switchwick says patiently, “Verde’s Northern looking. You’re not.” ...Hm.

“Okay. That does not explain- why me?” Purps demands. You decide to risk taking a peek in her direction- the girl’s staring her down with clenched fists. You kinda hope she’s not gonna haul off and try to punch the lady. You’d hate to interfere, but that’s your paycheck there.

She fixes Purps with an imperious stare. “Because, it was initially suggested by Vernon - and while I told him where to shove it at first...” She pyramids her fingers, while the girls look back and forth as if this is some tennis match. “He says you are an adept singer and dancer.”

“I might be. But I’m not a siren.” Your comrade protests.

“Which is why you will only be in duets and group numbers where my girls will handle all the magic.” Man, Purps’ face is starting to take on the same color as her hair. Honestly kinda funny. That said…

>Just stay out of it unless she starts threatening.
>You could at least give some words of encouragement to her.
>Warn her now- that’s your bread and butter she’s screwing with.
>Other

>>1348397
>Warn her now- that’s your bread and butter she’s screwing with.
God, I hate working with unprofessional shits like Purps.

>>1348397
>You could at least give some words of encouragement to her.
Methinks trying to intimidate her might not work out so well.

>>1348397
>>Just stay out of it unless she starts threatening.

15 more minutes. 30 minute vote period due to opening thread post.

How y'all doin?

>>1348397
>Just stay out of it unless she starts threatening.

That's a lock. None of our business unless she starts taking off earrings.

Writing!

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>>1348397
>>1348424
>>1348450
*MIRANDA*

The most you give is a sigh, but you decide to just keep out of it for now. Whatever her problem is, that’s nothing for you to bother with. Unless she does something stupid. THEN it’s your problem to bother with. Quickly, Purps turns to you with a glare. “Verde. If you don’t mind going back to Lexington’s wagon for me? Since I’m apparently now a siren and cannot leave?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What for?”

“Could you find Honamurei and pass on a message. She’s my.” Well that’s a rather interesting blush, “Partner. Small, blonde; speaks like she’s a bird. Let her know why I’m not able to see her and get her to kick Lex in the dick?”

Yikes...well, at least you’re-

“Hold there!” Oh, wonderful. A strange voice from outside calls, and you feel the carriage stop quickly. “This is Godswatch Patrol! State your Identification and purpose!” You see Switchwick sigh, before quickly moving to the doorway and stepping out to speak with the people in question.

You peek outside to see a group of five fellows, standing around in a half circle on the side of the carriage. They don’t look explicitly angry or mean, at least, more just doing a duty. Few of them seem to be dressed exactly alike, but you do notice some similar pieces of clothing on them- small armbands and neckerchiefs. Interesting. If they’re who they say they are, that’s more a militia than a professional force.

Switchwick is talking quietly with the guy apparently in charge- full body armor and everything. After some seconds of rapid-fire talking from both of them, they nod and turn to their other soldiers, waving. “Alright, I know of these ones! Escort positions, on the double!” The others salute, and soon you and Lexington’s carriages are being marched to Godswatch. Well, good. Maybe after you deliver that message you can get a quick powernap in.

cont.

>>1348646

Godswatch turns out to be what you imagine evil villainous lairs to look like. The main keep and body of the garrison is a finger of blackstone, pointing up to the sky accusingly in a quite impressive display of engineering. Around the giant spire of Godswatch are small barracks; each one boasting a flat roof and parapets. Each of the barracks bears the crest of it’s unit - twin red suns on a white diamond. Except one, the barracks closest to you is draped in gold and red, a burning fist clasping a sword to the heavens. It’s impressive, if a touch typical. Did a lot with a little.

Beyond that, you notice the “Stage” is rapidly being cleaned. It doesn’t take a genius to realise the girls are going to be performing on a platform hurriedly repurposed from an execution site. Whether it was gallows or a headsman’s block you’re unsure. Something that is certain, is that some gnome looking archer dressed in green is assessing your entourage very closely.

As you disembark- the Sirens (and Purps) restricted to their carriage until they get to their specific lodgings, you take a look around. Switchwick had told you that they’d be fine for a bit until they got to their rooming- you were free to wander for a bit.

>Talk more with that Honamurei chick- she vaguely reminded you of Lorelei. Maybe you could learn a bit more about this place.
>Just head around the town, see if there’s anything vaguely interesting here. Weapons might be good to have.
>Head to the stage area; no sense in not getting a head start in scouting operations. And maybe making sure the damn stage wasn’t going to kill them.
>Other

>>1348650
>>Talk more with that Honamurei chick- she vaguely reminded you of Lorelei. Maybe you could learn a bit more about this place.

>>1348650
>Just head around the town, see if there’s anything vaguely interesting here. Weapons might be good to have.
Acquire weapons and equipment on-site, as usual, since we didn't get a chance to grab our usual bag of equipment.

>>1348650
>Talk more with that Honamurei chick- she vaguely reminded you of Lorelei. Maybe you could learn a bit more about this place.

>>1348650
>Head to the stage area; no sense in not getting a head start in scouting operations. And maybe making sure the damn stage wasn’t going to kill them.
Professionalism and shit.

5 minute warning in case anyone else wants to weigh in.

>>1348650
>Talk more with that Honamurei chick- she vaguely reminded you of Lorelei. Maybe you could learn a bit more about this place.
Background information is mandatory.

Details on the environment; knowledge of location and background is essential to making informed decisions. Writing!

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>>1348650
>>1348664
>>1348682
*MIRANDA*

The girl called Honamurei had been a bit...surprised at your presence when you’d hopped into the carriage earlier. Seems she hadn’t really bothered paying much attention on your initial meeting, and that left her a bit surprised when you’d shown up. You’d rather quickly gotten on her better side with your message, though- although Lexington clearly wasn’t very happy about it...or maybe he was.

Not a lot of people could make laughing sound like growling. That took talent.

Still, the Honamurei girl was at least somewhat affable, from the little you’d spoken with her. Maybe you could get some more information out of her. Best to avoid any particular faux pas since you’re more a reactive force than anything at the moment. You can see her looking upon the city as she steps out of her carriage as well; seems like she’s taking the chance to stretch her legs, too.

Stretching the legs for most people of her frame and age would be a slight jog around the park, or maybe some yoga. Instead, the tiny little blonde is buzzing around the wagon in a literal blur, a young child sitting nearby tossing fruit in her general direction from the… how big is this wagon that it has a kitchen? Anyway, Purps’ self described ‘partner’ is slicing and dicing the fruit without breaking step, stride or even adjusting her posture. She’s a whirlwind of bladed efficiency as she works; her form as precise as an artist’s, but when her non-patched eye spots you, she stops and gives you a big grin. Apparently, telling her Purps will sing makes you best friends forever.

...Lorelei would love this chick.

“So, been here before?” you ask. “This place looks important, judging by all the banners. Name kinda makes you think, too. I’m not from around here, so most of this is unknown to me.”

“Vell, not been here; but I’ve fought a couple of Red Suns who caused trouble in my town!” She sings, walking around patting around for a towel that lies bone dry on a… honestly the word table comes to mind but the fact it is balanced upon stacks of books and has stacks of books on it makes it something else. She dabs her forehead with it as she continues; “Ve alvays knew the Red Suns in Meitgart as vicious murderers; but once I grew up I vorked out zey were just soldiers.” Honamurei dons a hat and picks up her jacket, politely looking to see if you have any other questions.

cont.

>>1348804
So they’re more extensive than just here. Makes sense enough. “Interesting. So they’re a global force? I recall hearing something about loyalists and rebels…wasn’t able to get a whole lot of detail on that at the time, though. Can’t say I’m learned in local politics, either.” You’ve long gotten over any embarrassment about admitting this stuff.

“Vell. I vas a guard in Grinnsmon; vhich vas almost in open rebellion; but they followed the local laws, so I didn’t have reason to take ‘em down.” She taps her finger against her swordbelt, “Vould probably be best to ask Lexington; he’s old and smart and stuff.”

Hm. Old guy, huh? You’re less inclined to talk to the guy, but if needs must. “That so? Where’s he at, then?”

“Vell vhen he found out Purps was singing, he vent out to do advertising!” she trills. “He seemed to vant everyone to see Purps singing, vhich is great, because even though she hates singing in front of others, she’s really fantastic! I love her voice because -” The girl continues rambling in her upbeat, hyperactive voice which causes the kid cooking in the kitchen to roll his eyes and tune her out; is… she going to talk like this forever? Ugh, you don’t have time enough for that. You do at least get the picture that it seems to be some kind of political rebellion; otherwise laws wouldn’t factor into it. Hopefully that means so long as you keep any opinions to yourself, you won’t cause any issues.

Still...might as well see Lexington to make sure.

>Keep it light and to the basics- just who and what to watch out for in general. You DO have other things to do today.
>Ask him outright about everything: history, common issues, organizations, all of it. It’ll take up time, but it’s valuable knowledge.
>Try to keep it to vital details; the movers and shakers, power players, and places of extreme interest. You’ll lack detailed knowledge, but it’ll be good enough for your time here.
>Other

*Perspective Switch Incoming*

>>1348808
>Try to keep it to vital details; the movers and shakers, power players, and places of extreme interest. You’ll lack detailed knowledge, but it’ll be good enough for your time here.

>>1348808
>>Try to keep it to vital details; the movers and shakers, power players, and places of extreme interest. You’ll lack detailed knowledge, but it’ll be good enough for your time here.

5 minute warning!

>>1348808
>Try to keep it to vital details; the movers and shakers, power players, and places of extreme interest. You’ll lack detailed knowledge, but it’ll be good enough for your time here.

If he's going to omit important details then really it's their own problem

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“And then I was thinking about going kind of trembly y’know? Like this;” Trisha sings a note higher than you would have thought is possible as you both disembark; it’s nice of her to try and keep you in the loop, but you honestly can not keep up with her musical talent or knowledge on any level.

“I think the note works better when you don’t fuck with it.” Velth murmurs as she fidgets next to you. Pina is asleep so she’s mostly been keeping to herself, while her best friend and keeper snores in her carriage seat.

“Hey Velth, I’ll-” Before you can offer your arm to the blind girl; Me-Gan has taken it and has begun dragging you along.

“Oh Purps, darling, let me show you to our room!” She cooes.

“Wait, our room?” You ask as you’re dragged towards a ramshackle deserted looking building; the only thing structurally sound about it being the fortified parapets on the roof. At least if there’s an invasion, you’ll die to structural collapse rather than ranged attack.

“Of course, you didn’t think I was going to let one of them get a hold of you?” She giggles in the same manner Hona does, drawing a slight smile to your face, “Ah! See you’re smiling! I thought you couldn’t do that with your seriousness!” The batgirl puts her arm round your shoulders as you hear Switchwick clapping her hands behind you.

> Sure. Why not?

> [CURIOSITY] Wait, is that a poster for the show?

> [PRIDE] Hey, I mean; if you guys are fighting over me, at least give everyone a shot.

> [WORRY] I should help Velth, really...

> Write-In

>>1348949
Show her the biggest grin we can manage. Smiling is simple, so easy!

>>1348949
>[CURIOSITY] Wait, is that a poster for the show?

10 mins to go.

- Star

>>1348949
>> [CURIOSITY] Wait, is that a poster for the show?

>>1348949
>> [CURIOSITY] Wait, is that a poster for the show?

LOCKED

We gon' look at shit.

- Star

>>1348971
itl come off as creepy
we cant smile very well

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>>1349082
>>1349073
>>1349037
>>1349003
>>1348971

Me-Gan is ribbing you for not smiling? You’ll show her! You can smile! You can smile just like anyone else can and you’ll prove it right now.
Focusing on your cheeks you begin retracting the muscles above your jaw and relaxing the muscles underneath in attempt to - Oh Minerva she’s wincing, it’s getting worse, you made her shriek - stop it stop it stop it stop it OH MINERVA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

YOU’RE INCAPABLE OF BASIC EMOTIONS WHAT ARE YOU DOING-

Me-gan clears her throat in attempt to hide the fact she just shrieked under the full weight of your broken and malformed attempt at a genuine grin. Turns out forcing a smile is not something you can do; smirks - manageable to force. Involuntary smiling - you got that. Manual grinning is not in your skillset.

In a frantic attempt to flee from your inadequacy at basic social interaction and hide your [SHAME] you quickly point out the first thing of interest, “Oh is that a poster for the show?” You loudly ask, already moving towards it.

It is…

You also recognise the calligraphy of one Doctor Lexington; which is both fantastically easy to read and complimentary of your prowess. “That Ass.” Is all you can seethe as Mono comes up next to you, wolf head and all.

“Who done this?” She growls picking behind her ear, “I am not a deloitful musical treasure!”

“That’s a compliment.”

“Still take offense to it.” She spits on the ground, “‘Oo the fuck is this guy anyway?”

“An asshole.” Is enough answer you think.

> [FRUSTRATION] Can you cover me sneaking off?

> [PRIDE] At least he made me look good right

> [CURIOSITY] Wanna look around the garrison?

> [DETERMINATION] If I have to do this I should rehearse my numbers

> Write-In

>>1349161
>[DETERMINATION] If I have to do this I should rehearse my numbers

>>1349161
>> [DETERMINATION] If I have to do this I should rehearse my numbers

>>1349161
>> [DETERMINATION] If I have to do this I should rehearse my numbers

5 minutes.

- Star

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LOCKED.

Writing

> TFW when you realize you weren't using the crossover trip.

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>>1349206
>>1349176
>>1349171

“Look, whatever. I need to start rehearsing.” You tell her as she rolls her eyes, picking at her ears yet again and the disapproval in her face is enough to make you defend yourself; “Hey, I’ve not got bullshit ‘make me sound perfect’ magic voice; I actually need to try to sing.”

“S’pose.” Mono admits.

“So like how do rehearsals work?” You ask.

She rolls her eyes like you just said there’s less than 28 hours in a day; “Well, Switchwick talks -”

“You there.” A small and surprisingly hostile voice pips up behind you. Turning around, you see a midget, not unlike the bandits you fought when meeting Lexington. Since then, the old wizard has actually informed you that they’re called gnomes, or halflings.

“Me, or her?” Mono says, squaring up to her full unimpressive height. Were she not covered in wolfskins and bloodpaint, she would look about as adorable as the greencloaked stranger glaring up at the two of you.

“Her, obviously.” Your interrogator replies.

“Captain Barragan would like to meet you.” She states, an arrow spinning in her hand as if she were intimidating at all. “Let’s go.”

> [PRIDE] I don’t give a damn what the Captain wants.

> [CRUELTY] All right halfpint, run along and tell your daddy I’m busy.

> [CURIOSITY] What does he want with me?

> [MULTIPLE EMOTIONS] All right. (Time Skip)

>>1349357
>[CURIOSITY] What does he want with me?

>>1349357
how about no.
iv got things to do come back after the show

10 minutes

- star

>>1349357
>[CRUELTY] All right halfpint, run along and tell your daddy I’m busy.

>>1349469
>>1349411
>>1349400

3 way tie.

I will give until the top of the hour.

Fight it out.

>>1349357
>> [CURIOSITY] What does he want with me?

>>1349469
> [CRUELTY] All right halfpint, run along and tell your daddy I’m busy.
we have to be around the girls and we cant reallly leave

LOCKED

Via mobile, will count and write when back from making food.

- Star

This is a big update guys, almost done writing.

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“Well, what does he want with me?” You ask the midget impatiently. You wish you could smoke, but part of your disguise means following Switchwick’s bullshit rules.

“I have TOLD you. He wants to meet you.” She repeats, causing Mono to snort next to you. Maybe it’s the bravery of having someone like Mono next to you; maybe it is the same brutal, cold streak that allowed you to psychologically break one of the most powerful Starborn in Munis, maybe you just don’t like this woman…

Whatever the reason you step forward and pat the halfling on the head with the most condescendingly evil smile coming unbidden, “Well, half-pint. Go tell Daddy I’m busy.”

Mono doesn’t have time to laugh.

It happens between blinks.

Your instincts scream out and you twist your body in a flash; a green tinted arrow arced upwards at your throat finding only air at your dodge. You rotate into a roundhouse kick; sending the halfling into the wall in a smooth movement.
You exhale in the second before the adrenaline starts running through your blood; the part of you that excels in battle wakes up from it’s brief nap before the noise of flesh on wall hits.

In a word -

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>>1349772
[MIRANDA]

A thunderous explosion rips through the air as you open your mouth to ask Lexington for a bit more clarification on the court system, the two of you sitting down on a bench. You and Lexington both look over in the distance towards it, Lexington growing a frown on his face, yourself mostly just surprised. “Wonder what that’s about…”

“Probably nothin’ good.” Lexington notes as an alarm is raised and soldiers begin scrambling about frantically for arms and armour. “Should go check it out.” The way he looks at you clearly notes that he has little intention of getting involved.

...it’s actually slightly annoying. Still, if it has the potential to ruin your job...

“Alright, then...we’ll have to pick this back up later.” With that, you get up, darting off with a leap. The smoke’s only a couple blocks away, and in a bound or two you’re already at the scene.

The smoke turns out to have been from something colliding with a wall, but more importantly, Purps is jumping about rooftops, being chased by some green cloaked hooded girl offering up a hail of arrows as she does so. As you watch, Purps lands on the next roof on her escape and embeds her saw in the parapets; a series of lightning quick revs later launch her right back at her assailant in a bone shattering mid air collision. The duo fall into a back alley and break your line of sight - but you hope Purps is the one sending shockwaves of air upward from the force of her blows and not the other way around.

Oh, for fuck’s sake...you’ve got to stop this, and fast.

>Attempt to shout them down and figure this out. You’re all civilized...you hope.
>Interfere via barrier between the two. Make them cool off, whether they want to or not.
>Directly interfere via surprise attack. You’ll just beat one of them now and sort the rest out later. (Purps/Cloaked Girl)
>Other

>>1349776
>>Interfere via barrier between the two. Make them cool off, whether they want to or not.

>>1349776
>Interfere via barrier between the two. Make them cool off, whether they want to or not.
>Orbital Ring the Cloaked Girl for good measure; we don't know who she is, while Purps is our partner on this job. The Cloaked Girl may have attacked the Sirens and be a valid target to kill, for all we know.

>>1349776
> shocking touch and jump on the archer
Orbital ring is overly expensive when we don't know what's coming next, child be a dragon!

I know I'm a little late but switchwick just up and changed the terms of our job on us and we didn't try to renegotiate! Bodyguards don't perform, performers perform.

>>1349836

The gist I got from you guys and Handler was Miranda would try not to laugh but be okay so long as she wasn't expected to sing and dance.

- Star

Forgot the warning, dangit. I'll let it ride for 5 since I slipped up.

>>1349858
I know, I was mostly comparing about anons for whining about unprofessionalism yet failing to provide a write in to correct the situation.

>>1349931
Miranda wasn't the one asked to perform, so she wouldn't give a shit.

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>>1350017
Pic related.

>>1349776
>>1349786
>>1349790

>Miranda: Current Mana: 9750/11000

Alright, time to cut this out. Whatever they’re doing, it’s causing a ruckus. You quickly hop to a nearer rooftop, where you can take a look at the combat below. They’re both moving quickly; Purps’ style reminding you of a whirling dervish with how she rarely seems to stop moving- her swings are fluid and constantly seem to shift into another, like it’s all one giant attack. That style really makes use of her shapeshifting magic or whatever she’s throwing into that saw - a two handed power weapon turns into two ultra close ranged assassin weapons…tricky to deal with. An overhand swing is dodged to the side, and she immediately shifts her weight, pivoting and turning it into a powerful-looking baseball swing that’s lept above- the cloaked figure twists her body to ricochet off a wall, firing off a horizontal storm of arrows that Purps ducks under just barely in an effort to charge the strange character, saw drawn back as she leaps into the air for a massive slam. Another leap backwards from Greenie causes that one to whiff, and for a brief second, they’re at least a few meters apart.

That’ll work.

Before the girl can fire off another hail of arrows, you focus, throwing out a barrier between the two in her direction to prevent any more long-range ‘issues’. The shining, translucent wall of sea-green lights up the alleyway, stretching to fill the width, and extended high enough to where the edge of the building in front of the one you’re standing on is.

They both pause briefly, Purps looking up at you, but the other woman pulls an arrow from her quiver gingerly, notching it at Purps. The projectile begins screaming as she readies her shot with unwavering accuracy and concentration; it’s as if the rapidly brightening light and rapidly rising scream of her arrow don’t affect her.

> “Okay. Either of you mind telling me what this is all about?” Let’s calm this down quickly...
> “You can try it. Wouldn’t recommend it, though.” That arrow looks rough...whatever it is, can’t be good.
> “Purps, what did you do.” Because goddamnit.
> Other

>>1350074
>> “You can try it. Wouldn’t recommend it, though.” That arrow looks rough...whatever it is, can’t be good.

>>1350074
>“Okay. Either of you mind telling me what this is all about?” Let’s calm this down quickly...
The entire reason we came here is to head off any shit before it gets worse.

5 minute warning.

>>1350074
>“Okay. Either of you mind telling me what this is all about?” Let’s calm this down quickly...
The faster they explain, the faster we assign blame, and the faster we can determine whose face needs to be punched.

Oh, writing, incidentally.

>>1350017
>>1350028
>so she wouldn't give a shit
Ummm, okay. I mean I would expect the more experienced team member to support the less experienced ones in all aspects of the job. Like when she keeps Lorelie on track on shared missions and when she helped that one girl out with that tests in Sal's magical realm. But if you want to imagine her into an ass who suddenly only cares about combat than whatever.

>>1350334
I think you're misinterpreting things a bit.

>>1350334
Purps is not a member of SES or a fellow co-employee. To Miranda, Purps is another contractor from some other consultant agency who happens to be working for the same client on the same project. Given that Purps is Local Staff Augmentation, and hasn't been holding herself to a professional standard, Miranda won't go out of her way to intervene between Purps and the Client.

Also, it was Izumi that helped the Candidate in Sal's tests, not Miranda.

>>1350074
>>1350126
>>1350199
You end up giving the both of them a stern look as you leap from atop the roof, unphased by the green girl’s behavior as you land next to Purps. “Okay, either of you wanna tell me what the hell this is all about?!” You’d be lying if you weren’t a little frustrated, considering you had barely gotten on the grounds before trouble started brewing. Now it was a matter of finding out which of them to-

"I'm curious about that myself." A smooth voice says behind you- Purps jumps slightly as she turns behind her, and you can see the green girl lower her arrow somewhat . You decide to keep the barrier up, however. Never knew what the situation might turn out to be.

Turning around you find yourself face to abs with what can only be described as a ‘real man’s man’. As you look up, you give him a quick onceover- decked out in plated armor, the bottom half of splaying out into faulds as well. He’s got a rather stylish fur-collar cape on, and the whole affair makes him look rather imposing, really. His hair is short cut, yet wild, and the expression on his face mildly curious and somewhat amused. Kinda reminds you of a calmer G’nearth, actually. “While I cannot say this is the first time I’ve had to negotiate a situation involving my attendant…” and here he looks in Green girl’s direction, who simply frowns and looks away in a modicum of shame- “...I’m often curious as to the cause of such.”

The green girl sighs lightly, turning back to him. “Forgive me, Captain, I-”

He holds up a hand not unkindly, forestalling her explanation. “In a moment. Perhaps we could discuss this somewhere a bit more accommodating, if you’d like to get out of this dingy place?”

Hm. Captain, huh? Well, this could go either very well or very badly. And you wanted to know what was going on yourself. Hopefully he’d be more agreeable than the last non-Intersection Captain you had to deal with.

(It's getting a touch late, so we'll adjourn for now. Any questions, lemme have 'em, and we'll resume early tomorrow. Like, earlier than normal, possible, so keep an eye on Twitter.)

>>1350401
Agreed. And I think what some handlers usual players kind of forget is that Miranda isn't actually a nice person. To her VERY FEW friends and employers, she's cordial and pleasant, but whenever she's on the job, she's consistently shown that she's actually kind of callous IF she deems you to be of no practical use to the job. And there's a reason for that.

Miranda is, and I say this in the purest technical form of the phrase, morally bankrupt. Her entire reason for being is 'get that paper'. That is always at the forefront of her mind, and it's never going away I don't think. Just because she is logical enough to not kill everyone that pisses her off, practical enough to play nice with potential assets, and can see the long game when it comes to acquiring permanent force multipliers like Hoots and her gf doesn't mean she's not about profit first.

I suspect that if Purps died (again) Miranda's only immedieate reaction would be along the lines of 'This will cost extra.'

>>1350498
>To her VERY FEW friends and employers
Don't forget Intersection residents. She's actually generous and helpful to people who've come to the Intersection.

But not to plebs still chained to their universes of origin.

>>1350498
And for those that aren't previous players of Miranda, her profit margin is the line between life and death.
I don't mean this as exaggeration or metaphor; where she comes from, if you can't keep up with your payments to the Dealmakers, you get erased from existence. And breaking Contracts in a way that makes Them look bad is harshly punished.

So, in short, Miranda's profit-mongering and apparent greed are not for profit's sake; it's so that she doesn't die, and has enough money to help her friends out with their payments to stay alive (Lorelei has money problems, and Izumi had to take a second job to keep up with payments).

>>1350401
>To Miranda, Purps is another contractor from some other consultant agency who happens to be working for the same client on the same project.
Except she knows she isn't from in thread one when she learnt more about the specifics of the situation and when Sal said she was to be her temporary partner.

>>1350498
>not a nice person
I wasn't saying we should have said something to be "nice" I was saying it because I thought calling out the client when they try to change the contract would be in character.

Sure it wasn't affecting Miranda's duties but we are supposed to be here to protect her girls and kill/stop the phantoms. Making sure their production continues despite missing performers was not specified as part of our job. Doing that as bait for the bad guys as fine. Doing it because Sal wants this job to be a showpeice and you take that to mean being flexible on the contract is fine. I suppose you can argue on the definition of "temporary partner" but just assuming there is nothing to discuss on the matter is a bit short sighted when I don't think there has been anything said about it in story.

>>1350950
As I understood it, we knew they were going on tour and Miranda's job hasn't changed, only Purps. Let's just get along and hold hands by assuming that Miranda brought it up off screen.

>>1350334
Purps is a weird idiot she has to work with, nothing written from Miranda's perspective have instilled her with respect or confidence, at most amusement or wonder at her fighting capabilities. She's more or less treating this as a solo job from what I can tell.

>>1350950
There's no reason to call them out since the Client wasn't trying to change Miranda's contract terms, just Purps'.
If Purps had a problem with it she should have renegotiated; Miranda has neither the obligation or the motivation to interfere in the contract disputes of others.

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PURPS

After the very large ginger man arrived your tiny little friend decided she didn’t want to continue shooting arrows at you and trying to kill you. Instead, Verde, Arrows McPointy-Ears and the captain retired to the barracks you had stood upon. There the captain appropriated a desk by simply running an arm through the assembled paperwork, candles, swords and other assorted junk.

You are about to speak up, glancing at Verde who seems rather annoyed by the whole situation but you’re cut off by Captain Barragan; “One second.” He says cheerily as he moves the desk’s chair back and places his two feet on the table with a dull clang. “Now then, I see you’ve met Attendant Jolene. I am Captain Barragan.”

“I’m Purps.” You respond inclining your head politely.

“Verde.” Your colleague follows suit with the same respect.

“Now then, you’ve walked into a military base and picked a fight with the most powerful attendant in the country. Takes balls.” Barragan seems, rather amused by this rather than angry, “But let’s hear it why did you-” A sharp knock ruins his train of thought.

“Enter.” Attendant Jolene says dutifully, allowing “your teacher” Switchwick to enter. The older woman is halfway changed from her travelling dress to some huge skirted monstrosity that commands half of the open space in the cramped barracks office upon her entering.

“Captain Barragan my name is-” She begins her formal introduciton frantically to be halted by a scarred palm in the air.

“Siren den mother. Yes Switchwick I have followed the sirens’ work for thirty years now. I know you as a performer and as a teacher.” For the first time he sounds bored, “What is it?”

“One of my girls would like to speak as a witness-”

Said girl barges into the room past Switchwick, “You can’t punish her!” She growls. Your eyes widen at the unexpected outburst; you hadn’t spoken with Mono much but apparently Verde or yourself had made some impression on her. After all she doesn’t seem the type to go out of her way to be charitable.

[CONT]

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>>1351782

“Who do you think you-” Jolene accuses -

“Jolene!” Barragan snaps, everyone returning to silence under the Captain’s voice. “You. Mono. Speak.”

Verde honestly looks like nothing would surprise her at this point, but those crossed arms and lines on her forehead indicate her patience running to a certain point. The siren shoots a look at her and yourself before addressing the Captain.

“We was just going to rehearsals; your woman demanded we come see you - but we’re not meant to separate from the professor. So Purps told her we were busy!” She squares up/down to Jolene as best she can from across the room, “Then your… assistant flew off the handle.”

“As I suspected then.” Barragan sighs, “As much as I would like to let you go at it, in hopes you might be the one to finally teach Jolene a much needed lesson. This is not the place or time for a fight.” Even though face is much more suited to smiling, he’s begun stroking his beard in thought.

The tension in the room increases with every second of pondering, the silence seeming to hack at everyone’s nerves except Verde’s. Switchwick is staring warnings at Mono who is glaring daggers at Joelene who is looking straight ahead like a soldier before a drill sergeant. You probably just look bored with all this, I mean if he really wanted you to kick his attendant’s ass he could’ve just asked.

> [PRIDE] We can resolve this outside the base if you want

> [SHAME] I may have egged on Jolene’s temper slightly

> [RELIEF] Mouth “Thank You” To Mono

> Write-In

>>1351784
>[PRIDE] We can resolve this outside the base if you want

>>1351784
>> [PRIDE] We can resolve this outside the base if you want

22 minutes left.

- Star

>>1351835
>>1351804

LOCKED and Writing.

- Star

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“Look. If you really need us to, I’m sure Jolene and I can take this outside the base.”

“That won’t be necessary at all.” He says, retracting his feet and standing to his full impressive height and walking over to where you and Jolene stand. He smiles down at you like a reassuring father, but Jolene receives a fist to the stomach before you can even react.

The girl emits a “WHIYACK” as she coughs blood up her Captain’s forearm, her small frame wrapping around his fist as Mono and Switchwick cover their gasping mouths.

You felt that. He didn’t even hit you or anywhere close, the guy didn’t even break gaze or lower his smile. “Apologise and leave.” He orders Jolene.

“I’m…. sorry.” She says to you. Her apologies finished; she starts peeling herself off of his fist with the kind of difficulty that implies at least a broken rib. To your astonishment when she stands up, her first instinct is to produce a handkerchief; you watch transfixed as she wipes her own damn blood off his gauntlet.

That’s… really cold. Is all you think as she retreats from the room, Barragan’s gaze sends Switchwick and Mono following right after. Yet again you and Verde stand before this huge man, you’re not sure if she realises just how tough this guy is - politically and physically.

> [CURIOSITY] You wanted to see me?

> [GRATITUDE] Thanks for not making a big deal of it

> [PRIDE] I’m willing to fight her. Seriously. I don’t mind it.

> [FEAR] Please don’t order me executed.

> Write-In

>>1351930
>> [CURIOSITY] You wanted to see me?

>>1351930
>[CURIOSITY] You wanted to see me?
Eh. Miranda's taken and dished out harder.

Dinner time for me, will pick this up when I can. Maybe like 40 minutes to an hour.

- Star

Handler has awoken while I cook chicken. He might take next post.

- Star

>>1351930
>> Write-In
with that over im going to go back to what i was trying to do bye

LOCKED

Chicken is a bitch to clean up after

- Star

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“So, you wanted to see me, Captain?” You ask with hands on hips, honestly wanting to just take a nap.

“Yes, I wanted to meet the new siren.” He responds casually, returning to his seat and placing his hands beneath his chin. “What I didn’t expect, was you.” Minerva’s light, he’s doing that smug ‘I know a secret’ thing Lexington does.

Verde snorts lightly, leaning back against a wall- her eyes constantly shift between the Captain, the door, and you.

You frown. “Look, I don’t know what you mean by me. I don’t think I’ve ever met you.”

“You haven’t. But you have been branded a rebel by Rono Pass’ attendant… but Captain Matthieu Remy commended you as a hero for saving Grinnsmon.” He grins, “Plus, you’ve somehow appeared about seven days ride further to the North than you should be and became a siren.”

Well, this guy isn’t the idiot he appears. “I can explain.”

“See to it you do, and I’ll lend my voice to those claiming you’re not a rebel.” Barragan offers with a smile. Guy is really playing up his laidback curiosity here. Honestly, he keeps flopping between likable and smug as fuck.

“I’m protecting the Sirens by pretending to be one.” You drone. “I did save Grinnsmon by killing the Darnite Priest, and the only thing I did in Rono Pass was get ambushed by crazy wolf people Darnites.” Shrugging, you make it clear that this is the extent of your mystery.

“I’ll back her on the protection claim,” Verde offers up. “Considering I was right there when the idea was suggested. She won’t be hypnotizing anyone or anything by herself.”

“Well then, if you’re going to be singing, I’ll just hand these to you then.” He pulls out two rolled up scrolls, ensconced in leather bindings so weather doesn’t get to the contents. “This all started because I wanted you to hear “The Seven Shields” tomorrow.” At this he begins laughing in a manner that you think befits villains from the trash novels Laurelai hid under her bed.

Reaching forward and taking the scrolls, you find a long song about the seven knights who fought to the last protecting a small town from Cadalonian raiders centuries ago. Inspiring in a tragic way, you suppose. “I didn’t take you for the type.” You mutter to break the silence while you try to decode the musical notes that accompany the piece… You need Velth for this.

[CONT]

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“Are you saying it’s unmanly to like music?” He protests.

Verde looks over the scrolls over your shoulder, her eyes running along the lyrical texts. A surprisingly soft hum comes from her as she seems to freeze briefly, a hand hovering briefly above your shoulder before it’s pulled away as calmly as possible. Nonetheless, when she looks at you, it’s with something in her face that you can’t quite detect… “We should go see.” She doesn’t offer up any more elaboration than that.

“Go, young ones! Be free and embrace the sound of music!” Barragan thunders- he begins laughing again, and you close the scroll and promptly head to the exit. In the main room of the barracks, you find Jolene standing at attention outside the door, every bit the dutiful soldier after her punishment.

(What are you going to do?)

> Offer to fight Jolene after the show- you could both use some release.

> REHEARSE UNTIL YOUR SOUL BLEEDS.

> Talk to Verde about that strange reaction.

> Write-In


Perspective Switch imminent

>>1352149
> Talk to Verde about that strange reaction.
What a mystery

Agh, okay, I'm here. 5 minutes, I guess...

...no, make it 10.

>>1352149
>Talk to Verde about that strange reaction.

>>1352149
>> Talk to Verde about that strange reaction.

>>1350950
>Except she knows she isn't from in thread one when she learnt more about the specifics of the situation and when Sal said she was to be her temporary partner.
Miranda knows Purps is a local asset (otherwise why would Purps already have a reputation here) and was hired by the Client as the primary bodyguard and Miranda was hired on to make sure that Purps doesn't fuck up.

Hence, Purps being a contractor (hired bodyguard) from another consultant agency (Lexington) working for the same client (Switchwick), on the same project (protect the Sirens).

>>1352149
>> REHEARSE UNTIL YOUR SOUL BLEEDS.

Alright, locked and done. Writing.

>>1350533
>She's actually generous and helpful to people who've come to the Intersection.
That's not true. Actually that is an exception to the rule. The first time we were on the intersection helping the kids, the people we met and knew us, told us that it was something very uncommon of us.

>>1352149
>>1352154
>>1352171
>>1352173
The girl- Jolene, that’s her name- just glares slightly at Purps on the way out, but otherwise makes no move and says nothing. Frankly, you’re just glad you all got out of that before more property damage occurred. Whatever their issue was, you didn’t really want to know. But as long as she isn’t going to cause any MORE security risks, then-

“Hey.” What? That was surprisingly less confrontational than you’d expect. Turning to her, she has what you can only describe as a somewhat pensive look on her face.

How it could be that AND blank, you’re not sure. “What happened back there?”

“Beg your pardon?” You raise an eyebrow. “I think I’m the one that should be asking that question.”

She shakes her head. “I mean with the scroll.” Ah. Noticed that, huh? Ugh, you’re kinda annoyed with yourself for being so blatant about it and she frowns as you give a light snort of disapproval in yourself. “It was...unusual for you. At least, as far as I know you.”

Of course. Well, she wasn’t the first person to want to try to dig into you, but if she tried to go too far with it, it’d just prove a detriment to group cohesion. Meaning that you’d probably get pissed at her...eventually. Then again, like hell you’re going to suddenly tell your life story to someone like this.

> “Nothing you need to worry about. It’s my issue, not yours.”
> “Old memories, that’s all. Times gone by.”
> “A lot of places have similar stories. That one was familiar.”
> Say nothing anyway, shrug.
> Other

>>1352244
>> “Old memories, that’s all. Times gone by.”

>>1352244
>> “Old memories, that’s all. Times gone by.”

>>1352244
>“Old memories, that’s all. Times gone by.”

5 minutes to go. (actually 3 but whatever)

Oh, obviously we're writing, Locked and whatnot.

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>>1352244
>>1352248
>>1352257
>>1352261
You shake your head slightly, getting it out of your system. “Just old memories, is all.”

To your surprise Purps looks a little jealous, before nodding simply. “Sometimes, memories are all you have. You should treasure them.” She exhales slowly and you notice her hair is slightly longer and darker. Hell, she just looks more human in that small moment- enough so that you get the feeling this is a tough subject for her. Certainly not one you enjoy dwelling on, either.

In the end, you just shrug and keep silent. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not going to bother arguing with her about THAT.

It’d jeopardize the job. That’s what matters.

“So! I need to rehearse.” She says abruptly, “I don’t have magical demon bullshit to make me sing perfectly and have to learn four songs for tomorrow. What’s your plans?”

Well, with all your learning of the local this and thats, you don’t anticipate you have a ton of time to do just anything. Maybe one more thing before you need to get off the streets.

> “I’m just going to keep an eye on you all.”
> “Look into potential trouble spots around the stage. No more ambushes.”
> “I really need to get some equipment. I like my fists, but.”
> Other

Perspective Switch Incoming

>>1352388
> “Look into potential trouble spots around the stage. No more ambushes.”

Our fists are nothing to scoff at

>>1352388
>> “Look into potential trouble spots around the stage. No more ambushes.”

>>1352388
>> “Look into potential trouble spots around the stage. No more ambushes.”

>>1352388
>> “Look into potential trouble spots around the stage. No more ambushes.”

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[PURPS]

A short walk later, you find Velth singing some vocal warmups under the watchful and attentive gaze of Alice. The lights have been dragged over to the “stage”; it’s Trisha who approaches first, the lightning around her seeming to glow more brilliant than ever. “Let’s rehearse! You’re going to be great- I just know it!” She claims, charging you so swiftly you have to put a hand on her forehead to stop her bowling into you.

“Fine. Let’s go.” You relent heading over to Velth enroute to the stage. “Captain says we need to work this song in.”

“I’m blind!” She protests when she clasps the scroll trying to find the latch to unroll it.

“He wrote it in blind people writing.” You explain. “It’s called The Seven Shields.”

She actually scoffs at that and you think her sightless eyes even roll, despite the obvious aggravation at the infernal contraption known as a pressure latch. “I wouldn’t soil my vocal chords.”

Verde turns back briefly, having already started walking away, but she says nothing, just electing to play the part of inspector, looking at the construction of the ‘stage’, which, judging by her expression, already doesn’t meet her approval. She immediately gets on the actual platform area, and starts stomping in various places, testing for something.

“Well then, I’ll just pull you from that number, Velth. It’s going to be our closer.” Switchwick says coldly, causing the girl to shrink back at the scolding.

“Pina. Alice. Me-Gan. Lita. You’re all on this final number.” She orders, taking the scroll from Velth who just hugs herself, unmoving from where she was scolded. “Jaqeline! Get Purps and the rest sorted for rehearsing; she needs to know The Generals Trot Off by heart in an hour.” She begins clapping loudly. “NOW! WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!”

“M’sorry.” Velth mutters, her apology unheard by her companions. The only friendly ear hidden behind a white mask.

The rest of the afternoon and prevening passes in a blur for you. Seven hours of singing, dancing and memorising.

Roll 1d20 for rehearsal, best of 5

Miranda
>Complain about the stage craftsmanship, see if you can get someone to fix it.
>See if you can’t get a ‘no trespassing’ area cordoned off. You want traps down.
>Talk to Switchwick about the crowd placement and whatnot.
>Other

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1352640
>See if you can’t get a ‘no trespassing’ area cordoned off. You want traps down.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1352640
>See if you can’t get a ‘no trespassing’ area cordoned off. You want traps down.

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>>1352668

> 1

AHAHAHAHAHA

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>>1352676
>>1352668
some one better roll a 20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1352640
>See if you can’t get a ‘no trespassing’ area cordoned off. You want traps down.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1352640
>>See if you can’t get a ‘no trespassing’ area cordoned off. You want traps down.

Last roll.

As it stands Purps gets no bonus to the big performing roll.

- Star

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1352640
>>See if you can’t get a ‘no trespassing’ area cordoned off. You want traps down

5 minutes.

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>>1352640
>>1352657
>>1352668
>>1352684
>>1352700

As you keep an eye on the girls doing their damndest to nail the routine, you march around the exterior area. The whole location is set up just east of the central square, in its own little circle area. Fortunately, that meant only one primary way in, which would help spot anyone moving moving suspectly. But that also meant only one avenue of escape should this phantom get too rowdy.

You quickly ended up marching to Switchwick to ask about the possibility of delineating ‘no trespassing’ areas, and she’d quickly waved you off, telling you to ask the Captain about that- you didn’t really blame her much, as she was fixated on her performance, and you had to admit that, well…

A certain someone might could use a bit of work there. Good stuff, just a clear difference in ability there.

Regardless, you fail to run into the Captain- when you arrive at his place in the Barracks that evening, there’s no one at or near his desk- but as you leave, thinking, you run across someone who…

...Well, to be frank they look more dressed for a night on the town than someone that should be in the Barracks. She has a surprisingly flinty gaze, however, and more than a couple of bells ring in your head that she’s likely more than she appears to be, if she’s traipsing around here so blatantly. You try to move around her, but she’s quick to block your path as she stares you down. “Hold, please. Last I recall, we had no Northern folk in our ranks. What is your business here?” She looks at you like she’s expecting you to cower, or at least shrink back.

> “Just looking for Captain Barragan, ma’am.” Keep it ambiguous and curt. Should be enough of a namedrop to satisfy her.
> “I’m security for the siren troop. Trying to get authorization for a small defensive perimeter around the performance area.” Might as well explain.
> “No business, as of now. The opportunity’s passed.” No need to get anyone else in your case.
> Other

>>1352870
>“I’m security for the siren troop. Trying to get authorization for a small defensive perimeter around the performance area.” Might as well explain.
Not like our job is supposed to be a secret or anything, and we don't lose anything more than a few moments giving her an explanation less likely to dissatisfy her.

>>1352870
>> “I’m security for the siren troop. Trying to get authorization for a small defensive perimeter around the performance area.” Might as well explain.

>>1352870
>> “I’m security for the siren troop. Trying to get authorization for a small defensive perimeter around the performance area.” Might as well explain.

Pretty clearcut. Writing!

>>1352870
>> “I’m security for the siren troop. Trying to get authorization for a small defensive perimeter around the performance area.” Might as well explain.

>>1352870
>>1352887
>>1352897
>>1352898
>>1353012
“I’m the security for the siren troupe,” you announce. She remains relatively impassive as you continue. “I’m trying to get authorization for a small defensive perimeter around the performance area. For safety purposes, naturally.”

She eyes you curiously, frowning slightly. “Is that so? We intend on having a guard presence there anyway. I’m positive we’re more than capable of dealing with any idiot rabble-rousers that may try to rush the stage.” She’s standing a bit more straight now, eyes steadily boring into yours, and you feel your first instinct was correct about this lady. “I’ll have to ask your name.”

“Verde. Like I said, I’m security for the sirens. Hired, not permanent.” you point out.

“Verde. I am Leftennant Hiruga, and if you’d need any authorization, then I’m quite capable of giving such. But I’ll have to check the area personally. I’ve only recently had any spare time to concern myself about this, so I’ve yet to see things for myself. It’ll also be verification of your claims; if you’re even remotely lying to me…” She lets the threat hang, but you’re unconcerned.

“As you like, then. Follow me.” With that, you turn on your heel and start heading back to the stage.

What follows is surprisingly lengthy period of trying to get everything together, as you point out the area, confirm your identity with Switchwick and Hiruga, and begin the process of getting your plans cleared- you decided to neglect mentioning the phantom by name, but you did put forth ‘possible rogue elements’ in which the Leftennant had agreed with wanting to prevent.

That led to a restructuring of security elements there, aside from just giving you a bit of space- a couple extra soldiers were suggested, patrol routes were planned, weaponry checked out and handed off- although none to you. There was a surprising amount of paperwork when it came to be guarding the event, and it’s 3 hours later when you find yourself done with all of the red tape- the shops have mostly closed up by now, and the sun’s starting to go down.

Back in the barracks, Ms. Hiruga eyes you as she puts away a last stack of paperwork. “Thank you for the cooperation, Ms. Verde. For a moment at first, I expected...belligerence, but you’ve been rather understanding.”

“Part of the job.” you nod.

“Well, then, security has been modified as requested, plus a bit, so I believe our business is largely done,” she notes. “Although, if you don’t mind, I would like to ask you a question.”

“Hm?” You had already starting thinking on what to do on your way back.

“All this time, I’ve not seen any kind of weapon or tome or anything else on you.” She eyes you again.” May I ask if you have a particular weapon of choice? If only for emergency purposes come tomorrow. Never know when a replacement may come in handy.”

>Two-handed Sword
>One-handed Sword
>Warhammer
>Fists
>Firearms
>Other

[Purpspective Switch Incoming]

>>1353162
>>Fists

>>1353162
>>One-handed Sword
i dont realy know

>>1353162
>Fists
may be hard to find a replacement for, though we've also taken to using a
>One-handed Sword
as of late.

There's a reason why I'm giving options besides 'fists' even if that is the 'honest' choice.

3 minutes left.

Locked, writing.

Battlegauntlets it is!

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“Okay. S’then I step...” You slur sleepily as Trisha and Lita carrying you through the temporary lodgings as if you were a soldier wounded in battle; without both of their shoulders you’d probably have fell asleep on the stage. Honestly, you feel like you’re going to suck tomorrow.

“No, no, you wait for the high note and gesture left-” Trisha corrects.

“Which is when-when I step back and then-” You try.

“You and I cross stage.” Lita says with a mix of frustration and pity.

“Fuuuuuck...” Is all you manage.

“Well, the show is early tomorrow Purps!” Trisha gushes, “We get to perform for everyone right after morning drills!” The lightning lass seems to never tire, so when you part ways at your door and enter your room, your mind is already blank by the time you enter the room. Undressing in a flash, soon you’re staring at the ceiling.

Before long, however, your heart begins to beat fast as you hear singing. A slow, song with promises of future trials comes from inside the room, and no matter how much you try to sit up and see who is singing to you; you cannot move a muscle.

The singing then suddenly ceases, and you see a long mane of green hair walk across your field of vision and lock the door. The small bat wings on her ears are enough of a giveaway, but when she turns around - Me-Gan is a predator. A long, snakelike tongue flicking out of her mouth and drooling beneath demonic eyes. Yellow where white should be, white where once there was green. You think you now understand what happens when a Siren’s blood sings.

Your heart stops beating in your chest as you realize exactly how bad this situation can get. Things can go horrifically badly here for you, and you have no idea how aware of her actions she is right now.

Fuck.

> [PRIDE] MINERVA’S LANTERN.

> [FEAR] OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

> [DETERMINATION] STAND UP AND RESIST.

> [WORRY] Hey, Me-Gan maybe we can talk about this?

> Write-In

>>1353358
>> [DETERMINATION] STAND UP AND RESIST.

Today's been a long one for us. We'll let this set and continue tomorrow with the spooky-ookyness.

>>1353358
>[DETERMINATION] STAND UP AND RESIST.

>>1353358
>> [WORRY] Hey, Me-Gan maybe we can talk about this?

>>1353358
>> [PRIDE] MINERVA’S LANTERN.
Give HER a little scare.

>>1353358
>> [PRIDE] MINERVA’S LANTERN

Phew, finally caught up with the crossover.

>>1353358
>[DETERMINATION] STAND UP AND RESIST.

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You guys and your wacky ties.

3-4 hours to resolve it.

- Star

>>1355607
you sure it's a tie?

>>1353390
>>1353530
>>1354684
>[DETERMINATION]

>>1354323
>>1354561
>[PRIDE]

>>1353698
>[WORRY]

doesn't look like a tie to me

>>1355633

I have no excuse but I will decide to blame the elves.

- Star

LOCKED AND WRITING

- Star

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Okay, taking stock. Me-Gan is singing a song that has you paralysed. You’re naked under the covers and she is looking more demonic than human. Okay.

She’s descended from a succubus like the other sirens, you’ve heard a couple mentions to blood acting up. This is probably that. Okay.

Succubi feed on sex. She’s going to try and rape you.

Not okay.

Fuck that.

You close your eyes and concentrate; biting your tongue and straining every single muscle in your body against the perverse magical control she has over you. Little headway is made, but you start to clench your fists and unclench them underneath the covers. Opening your eyes again, you see her stripping out the corner of your eye, inch thin waist and legs as long as a summer day bringing a flush to your cheeks and crotch.

Images of Honamurei on that night come unbidden into your mind form even that short glance and you swear the room smells like your own on the fateful night. Her magic. Stop. Stop. Stop!

Shutting your eyes once more, you grip the sheets below you, resisting with every portion of your will; you manage to wrest back control of your neck and you tilt your head upwards as you brace yourself for one final push.

Me-Gan’s breath is on your head, and you feel the wetness of her tongue on your cheek as she tastes you like some kind of delicacy.

> [CRUELTY] Tongue, meet claws. She’ll get over it. Hopefully.

> [DETERMINATION] Use your head- it’s quick, and it’s painful.

> [PRIDE] Lantern into firebreath. It’ll hurt, but that’ll break her focus real quick.

> [FEAR] Whatever it takes...

> Write-In

>>1356019

> [DETERMINATION] Use your head- it’s quick, and it’s painful

>>1356019
> [FEAR] Whatever it takes...
This is outta whack yo, scary ass shit going on

10 minutes more due to start of run. Anyone else thinking how to get out of this, by all means...

>>1356019
>> [DETERMINATION] Use your head- it’s quick, and it’s painful.

Allllrighty, that's a lock. We HEADCRUSH.

Hopefully.

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She leans down, with that tongue sliding across your face and circling your own mouth, her breathing ragged and hungry as she brings her head closer to yours. Somewhere underneath her animalistic noises you hear her moan a single, soft word:

“Mine.” It’s so quiet it might as well be silent.

“Fuck you!” You roar as you ram your head upwards into hers, in a lunge that sends her up and away with a judder. Me-Gan flies off with a judder, her body crashing into the roof. It’s only the reinforcing magics of the building that prevent her from blowing through it; instead, she bounces off, crashing to the ground wordlessly.

Even that doesn’t seem to delay her much. Quicker than you’d expect, she begins to rise like a puppet with cut strings as you spin off of the bed and into a crouch. As you do, you see her inhale. Seems Me-Gan hasn’t quite found her feet yet, but she’s found her voice.

https://youtu.be/abYpXSeTCWo?t=28

And that is what you were afraid of. Your saw is halfway between you in the middle of your discarded clothing - Me-Gan is between you and the door. Behind you is only the strong stone wall and a letter opener; not much to work with.

> [ZEN] Sunshine Fist. Holy Martial Arts vs Demonic Blood… makes sense right?

> [DETERMINATION] Stab eardrums. Her magic won’t work if you can’t hear!

> [GRATITUDE] Magnet Pulse. Who needs to physically hold your saw to cut her with it?

> Write-In

>>1356127

> [DETERMINATION] Stab eardrums. Her magic won’t work if you can’t hear!

>>1356127
Can she actually heal up bursted eardrums? We're not looking at permanent damage out of sheer stupidity here right? Can Miranda's Healing Hands fix it?

> Write-In
SING LOUDER THAN HER

>>1356127
>> [DETERMINATION] Stab eardrums. Her magic won’t work if you can’t hear!
Maby we can be excused from the play.

>>1356127
>[ZEN] Sunshine Fist. Holy Martial Arts vs Demonic Blood… makes sense right?

>>1356127

> [DETERMINATION] Stab eardrums. Her magic won’t work if you can’t hear!

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Diving for the letter opener, you feel your mind beginning to fog; you don’t have much time. So you do the only desperation play you can think of.

Turning the opener over in your hand you bring it to your head and close your eyes in an effort to concentrate. Too deep and you might pass out. Too shallow, she can still mind control you. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

You ram it into your left ear and cry out in agony as the left side of your face is wreathed in pain. Blood and another fluid begins to leak from your ear as the volume of Me-Gan’s voice drops significantly.

Vision flickering, you scramble around with your right hand on the floor and take the letter opener back up. With no time spent lining up or focusing you stab yourself in the arm, a little prick of blood welling up.

The new pain serves as enough distraction from your bleeding and maimed ear, as it buys you the half a second needed to repeat the feat. Your right ear bursts; the letter opener remaining trapped in their as you roar in pain once more. You feel the vibration of the floor as Me-Gan stands over your prone form, seeing stars dance along the old wood.

Shivering and swaying, your cheeks and face painted red with your own blood, you use the bed to get to your feet. Off kilter like a drunk, bleeding like a virgin on her marriage bed, body complaining like a marching soldier, you face Me-Gan. It is obvious she is hitting some kind of extremely high note; her stomach sucked in for extra emphasis and her chest sticking out during this grand gesture of dominance over your body and mind.

You can’t help but smile.

You feel your mouth moving and nothing coming out.

Me-Gan’s fucked up eyes match your lifeless red ones as realization sets in.

> [PRIDE] *Crack Knuckles* Teach her a lesson.

> [CRUELTY] I’m not going to kill you, Me-Gan. You might want me to.

> [DETERMINATION] Choke her out. You both need medical attention.

> Write-In

*Perspective Switch incoming*

>>1356164
> [DETERMINATION] Choke her out. You both need medical attention.

>>1356164
> [PRIDE] *Crack Knuckles* Teach her a lesson.

>>1356164
> [PRIDE] *Crack Knuckles* Teach her a lesson.

>>1356164

> [DETERMINATION] Choke her out. You both need medical attention.

Thats pretty brutal. I'd vote to kick her ass because she's kind of an annoying slut but Miranda would probably blow up at us.

>>1356164
> [DETERMINATION] Choke her out. You both need medical attention.

Don't drag it out in case we pass out from pain.

>>1356185

Just going to say one defining trait of purps has been her ability to just keep functioning. You guys would get a roll and a chance to no sell before that happens.

(Just like in Werewolf fight)

- Star

>>1356189
Ah, I still like the sounds of Determination more anyways.

>>1356164
>> [PRIDE] *Crack Knuckles* Teach her a lesson.

10 more minutes since Handler is eating

- Star

>>1356164
>DETERMINATION] Choke her out. You both need medical attention.

>>1356204

> [DETERMINATION] Choke her out. You both need medical attention.

LOCKED DETERMINATION

- Star

>>1356220

And que people walking in going wtf

>>1356164
>>1356169
>>1356181
>>1356185
>>1356212
>>1356213

[PURPS]
With no warning, you tackle Me-Gan, simply overpowering her. She silently screams in your face and her tongue opens a gouge on your cheek that is sure to scar; but she has nowhere near the power you do, she has no chance to resist when your wrap your hands around her scrawny throat and squeeze. You firmly plant your knees on her shoulders to ensure your superiority, and her struggles continue.

[MIRANDA]

Damn, but you feel like a hall monitor right now. Just walking through the sorry excuse for barracks on the floor where the girls are staying now- you’d just finished a perimeter sweep, and the military’s protections weren’t extended beyond basic guardsmen for the sirens- even then they’d been positioned far too distantly to really be able to REACT to anything should someone trespass- ends of the long, winding hallway, just a couple of soldiers, and that was it. That left you to at least take a look around, make sure nothing was suspect.

So far, it seemed like all was well, at least. Nothing particularly out of orde-

“AGGH!” ...Well, nevermind that.

Your first instinct is danger. Your second is you brace yourself, as you step quickly yet quietly to the door in question. A quick sniff tells you nothing you can’t handle in particular-wait.

Potpourri. And then there’s a *thump* and another yell.

...Damnit, Purps. The girl was starting to become...vaguely annoying. Well, whatever.

You quickly throw open the door, moving against the wall as it does so to stay out of the line of fire in case something comes through. When nothing does after a second, you rush in- only to immediately look downwards at Purps apparently *strangling* one of the sirens you’d been hired to protect. She’s bloody and bleeding from several places, the girl’s struggling, naked, and reminded you of a snake for some reason. She’s fading fast, though, and Purps looks both pissed off and strangely calm. Although that’s probably not the best word for it.

It all looks like some kind of performance art piece, and you’ve never been fond of those.


> “OKAY, BREAK IT UP!” Get between them physically. Whatever happened, you need to get to the bottom of it.

> “Purps, OFF!” Knock the girl off- whatever happened, she’s damaging the money. NO.

> Stay calm. Stay calm. Just get their attention, and hopefully they’ll come to their senses and realize what’s happening.

> Other

>>1356260

> “Purps, OFF!” Knock the girl off- whatever happened, she’s damaging the money. NO.

>>1356260
>> “Purps, OFF!” Knock the girl off- whatever happened, she’s damaging the money. NO

She has gone too far!

>>1356260
> “Purps, OFF!” Knock the girl off- whatever happened, she’s damaging the money. NO.

>>1356260
“Purps, OFF!” Knock the girl off- whatever happened, she’s damaging the money. NO.

>>1356264
Actually, subdue them with orbital rings. Purps can tank the flux wave and shrug off a pickaxe through her skull, God knows she can be real trouble if she's flown of her hinges enough to strangle someone we are paid to protect.

5 minute warning. Any other suggestions, now's the time!

Okay, NO. Regardless of whatever else is going on, one thing’s clear.

That’s your paycheck she’s fucking with.

It seems like she doesn’t even register your presence as you take a quick few steps inside. “Okay, OFF!” She certainly registers the ball of your boot colliding with her head as you snap your foot forward and deliver a piston-style push kick that sends her reeling back into a dresser on the far wall, causing a small rumble as she splays out. Credit to her, she seems to shake it off quickly as she looks up at you in surprise after her head settles, then back down to the also naked siren who’s trying to get up.

“VERDE!” Purps positively yells at you, “STOP HER!”

You blink twice. Stop her…? Stop what…? You find yourself blinking hard, as you start hearing things...strange...your head starts swimming lightl- oh.

Fuck, right. Sirens. Siren things.

>Shock her out of it. Shock her now.
>Ugh, this won’t reflect well...at least you can heal her if you knock her out.
>You’re not much of a singer...but you know how to shout. Tell her ‘kindly’ to cut it out.
>Other

>>1356318
>You’re not much of a singer...but you know how to shout. Tell her ‘kindly’ to cut it out.

>>1356318
>>You’re not much of a singer...but you know how to shout. Tell her ‘kindly’ to cut it out.

5 minutes. Let's see if you can shake this daze or not, huh?

>>1356318
>Other: Orbital ring her mouth shut.

We scream and shout.

Locked, writing.

Siren versus banshee
Heaven or hell
Let's rock

>>1356371

Now I wish I had went more rocky with Me-Gan's "battle" music. Rather than using the music to describe the kind of singing she was doing.

- Star

>>1356318
>>1356319
>>1356326

Uggh...you know what’s going on, you’re sure...words just can’t quite come to you, though...but you know it’s frustrating. You can’t just let this go, right?

...nnnnno. No, you can’t. It sucks, but you still have stuff to do. She needs to know that. Why you’re so annoyed and all.

You blink twice again, trying to clear your foggy head; when you look down at her, she’s smiling beatifically. Like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Of course she knows what she’s doing. She’s a siren. That’s what they DO. That’s why you’re feeling like this.

And that’s why you’re trying to rile yourself up as much as possible. The more annoyed you get, the clearer the breaths you take, the better your vision returns. Before she can open her mouth, however, you open yours, the magic you’ve infused in it making very clear your goal here.

“KNOOOOOCK IT OOOOOFFFFFFF!” The sound reverberates throughout the building, and you swear you could see the floor shake; the small nightstand with its lamp shuddered in particular. You can hear others waking up with shouts, as well as the surprised thump of feet as people come to inspect what the hell just happened. Thankfully, the siren seems to pause briefly in incredulity, staring wide-eyed up at you.

Purps is the first to react after your shout, resuming her position on top of the siren and baring her teeth as she slams her palm over her mouth. 90% sure she’s saying something in the siren’s ear while restraining her. You don’t know, but you’re not sure you want to at this stage in the game.

The first person to break through the door is Switchwick, in a nightgown and sleeping mask pulled up on her brow, looking like she’d been chased by hounds. The second folks to arrive are the two guards, swords drawn and demanding answers. You can start to hear the talking and confusion of other sirens who’re starting to show up as well.

“What on Earth…” Switchwick seems both distraught and despairing, and you get the feeling someone’s going to be paid a lot to make this issue vanish.

cont.

>>1356441
It’s some time before all the hubbub settles and you get the picture of everything- the girl had barged in, tried to have her way with Purps, and things escalated. Me-Gan had been detained by the others, and, judging by Switchwick’s words, she wasn’t performing tomorrow. As for Purps…

It was just yourself, Switchwick, and her in the room as of now- with everything under control and no one arrested or pressing such, the guards had left. Now Purps was explaining the ear-bleeding; had to give her credit- it takes a lot of guts to wreck yourself in order to keep yourself sane. Did have the effect of making her practically yell everything, though…

“You’re going to have to get that healed, girl.” Switchwick notes as she guides Purps to the bed- she’s leaning heavily on Switchwick, which you can already tell isn’t something she enjoys. To her credit, Switchwick is trying her best to remain impassive. “Can’t have you missing out on the show’s performance now, especially. Even regarding your...weaknesses.”

>Might as well be nice about it and offer to heal her. You’re pretty sure it won’t take too long. “I can take care of that. Just hold still for a while.”
> “Does this mean my job description is changed?” You might have to counsel about that if so...
> Her action, her consequences. Let her handle herself, but you can at least respect her quick thinking for keeping things less than lethal.
>Other

>>1356443
>>Might as well be nice about it and offer to heal her. You’re pretty sure it won’t take too long. “I can take care of that. Just hold still for a while.”

>>1356443
>Might as well be nice about it and offer to heal her. You’re pretty sure it won’t take too long. “I can take care of that. Just hold still for a while.”

>>1356443
>Might as well be nice about it and offer to heal her. You’re pretty sure it won’t take too long. “I can take care of that. Just hold still for a while.”
Healing of Principals and other teammates should be covered under services rendered.

>>1356443
Clean sweep. Writing!

>>1356443
>>1356455
>>1356458
>>1356463
Hm. Well, it shouldn’t cost you too much, and Switchwick is right- she needs to be able to actually hear the damn music if she’s going to dance to it. You put your arm on her shoulder, the girl looking at you in surprise when you do so. “Actually, I’m capable of healing, myself.
Save you some time and effort if you just let me go ahead and do it now.”

Purps just stares at your lips moving. She’s deaf right now. Right.

Switchwick looks at you with some surprise- and concern. “That’s...rather appreciated, but I was unaware you were talented in healing.”

“You get riddled with bullets on bad intel and barely survive it, you learn how to heal yourself real quick afterwards.” you quip. “Figured out how to do the same for others soon after that. I’m not the quickest around, mind you, but I know how to heal right. Some busted eardrums shouldn’t take horribly long either way, though. Especially considerin’ the wound is still fairly fresh.”

Switchwick looks between you and Purps as she deliberates. After some minutes, however, she finally nods. “Very well. Just DO please be careful. I don’t want her hearing suddenly going out again, or her hearing things where she shouldn’t or the like.”

“It’ll be fine,” you assure. “I’ll be sure to take my time.” With that, she nods, sighing.

“Then I suppose I’ll bid you both a good, and hopefully uneventful, night.” With that, she leaves, as you spin around the girl to her back, gently placing your hands over her ears. “Alright, now hold still and let me work.” With that, you breath deeply, focusing on your flow of mana, and trying to match it to hers…wait, what?

You blank. “...okay, so you don’t HAVE mana? That’s...not common.” Hm. Well, alright, then. “Okay, hard way it is…this’ll take longer than I’d hoped for, though.” Great. That means instead of a half hour, it’ll be something like two or three.

“I still have no idea what you said, but you don’t look very happy,” is the answer to you rhetorical question. You just shake your head and wave her off as you resume concentration. Now...old style healing...right, you should remember this. Gentle pushes...

>Current Mana: 9000/11000

(I’m out for now. Perspective Switch Incoming.)

Are you ready for the mayhem?

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[PURPS]

Well it’s morning.

The Suns are both rising, your head still throbs slightly, the girls are all busily running around and pretending nothing whatsoever happened last night.

Whilst they all chatter about meaningless musical stuff, you steadily work your way through the broth and meat breakfast. It’s honestly a strange thing, your stage fright is fighting for dominance with the horrible encounter you had last night, you’re not sure whether you're nervous or … well you want to say angry or disgusted. But you can’t. Another couple core aspects of humanity that are simply missing from you, instead all you can feel is [SHAME] when thinking about that.

“Gold for your thoughts?” Pina says from behind you as she settles Velth on the bench beside you.

“I’m fine.” You say, hoping she’ll leave. Of course she doesn’t; because nothing goes right for you does it?

“I understand how you feel.” Pina says as she retrieves your broth bowl and adds it to the growing stack opposite you. “That violation, the feeling of powerlessness? I know it well.”

“Pina you don’t have to go out of your-” You begin only to be cut off by Velth of all people as she takes your abandoned fork and begins scratching at the table with it.

“Pina wants to help you. She likes you and thinks that you need a friend.” She monotones at you, “Plus she thinks that you’ll hate all of us now. Do you?”

Any woman would have failed to hold a poker face in this situation; but that is a skill you have mastered rather against your will, “Just Me-Gan.”

“That’s Good.” Velth nods.

“You’ve seen why we have to be locked up.” Pina says sadly, looking… disappointed in you and Velth, “But please, just remember we’re people too. Me-Gan must have had her reasons.”

“She did.” You agree, “They weren’t good enough.”

Before more can be said Professor Switchwick enters with a large stick in hand; “Right everyone.” She clears her throat, “ATTENTION!”

Trish’s voice is the last to stop leaving you with the golden little snippet of her discussion; “like a bitch-

“Now then. As you all know this is a difficult time for us all. Velth, you will be pulling triple duty on this show, I assume you know Me-Gan’s parts?” She says, commanding the room with her presence rather easily.

“Yes Ma’am” Velth says while you try to read the odd writing she’s carving into the table with your damn fork.

“Well then, now that that’s settled. Everyone come together and let’s get this underway.” Everyone begins to huddle up and you go along with as they form a circle and lean in, Switchwick begins to speak, only to be joined in by everyone:

“Gods, Goddesses and all who may hear me; let our voices ring out true and let our hearts and souls be safe this day. Guard the rest of Billie, may we honor her today, let us all enjoy this moment and sing another day.”

[CONT]

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With that puzzling ceremony complete all the sirens go into business mode. The girls all forming up and silently completing their tasks for the day whether it be chore, organisation or their own private prayers. Which leaves you… what are you going to do until showtime.

> Chain Smoke

> Pray

> Beat the shit out of Me-Gan while Verde is checking security

> Ask Switchwick for pointers

> Write-In

Each decision here affects performance roll in some way

>>1356581
> Pray

>>1356581
> Pray

>>1356581
Write-in: last minute practice.

>>1356581
>> Pray

10 more minutes.

- Star

LOCKED

Writing.

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The calm before the storm is a common phrase in Munisian vocabulary; it is believed to have come about from Pollsworth fishermen who would routinely state that every morning they enjoyed being outside, a storm would follow within hours. In modern usage, it has come to mean a small moment of tranquility or peace before upheaval, tragedy or important events.

Here, the usage refers to the five minutes between the morning drills finishing and ‘The Sirens Show!’ starting its tour on Godswatch. In those five minutes you spent your time on your knees facing the back of the indigo curtain that the troupe carried around with them to make the stage feel more proper. Your eyes were tightly shut as you vented how nervous you are to your Lady Minerva as she continues rising in the East.

Begging for some kind of hint or guidance into how to make sure you don’t totally embarrass yourself, she sends you a short (sleepy) reply, right as Switchwick is getting ready to announce the show: “They Like Fire.”

[CONT]

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>>1356651

It begins.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Red Sun. Octavius blesses us with a bright sun this morn, and you bless us with your record attendance!” She half sings the words as you rise, now familiar with the underlying siren magic she is weaving in the words. Crafty bitch. “This morning we have a spectacle for you! As my girls will give their hearts, soul voices… and their bodies… to you!”

You resist the urge to snort as the girls ALL giggle. Minerva help you.

“Introducing first! Walking the path of the wild; MONO!”

The wolf girl leaps onto the stage from your side and lets loose a mighty howl that makes your hair stand on end; a large portion of the crowd howls with her and you can’t help but feel a little bit of [RELIEF] at the reaction. You’re probably not going to get hit with bottles.

“Lady Lightning and the legs of love - Trissssshhhhhaaaaa!” She continues, without missing a beat.

Trisha jumps into the air and shoots lightning out of her feet, blazing across the sky like a blue rocket; twirling in the air - she curtsies before descending to hover an inch above the floor. She shoots you a wink as the crowd loses their shit.

“The Mistress of the Microphone, Loti!” The usually timid twins steps out on stage as if she were the toughest girl on the continent and her sister follows after when Switchwick calls - “And the One Woman Dance Party - Lita!” Your smoking buddy twirls again and again and again and again and again, as she makes it to centre stage to curtsey in tandem with her sister. The ease of her movement reminds you of that time you were bending and weaving around huge branches of the Tinton forrest.

Velth pulls at your sleeve gently and you look down, “I know rehearsal was hard, but you’re next.” She whispers.

The colour’s probably drained from your face. You can feel it. “Thanks.”

> [PRIDE] Cheat - Lantern it up and get some firey saw dancing in.

> [ZEN] What will be will be. Some Sunshine Fist Forms might be cool?

> [DETERMINATION] You’ve danced before. You outdanced Tornin. You can fucking do this

> Write-In

>>1356655
> [PRIDE] Cheat - Lantern it up and get some firey saw dancing in.

>>1356655

> [PRIDE] Cheat - Lantern it up and get some firey saw dancing in.

>>1356655
>> [DETERMINATION] You’ve danced before. You outdanced Tornin. You can fucking do this

10 more mins

- Star

Roll 1d20 Please.

Best of 3 and No Critfail due to prayer.

- Star

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1356689

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1356689

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1356689

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>>1356693
>>1356690
>>1356694

WEW

Judging by dice you guys are Handler's players and not mine.

Writing.

>>1356697
Handler is the better QM anyway
:^]

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“Introducing to you all now, a…” she actually hesitates, that cow! “Beauty never touched by man; OUR NEWEST SIREN: [THE PURPLE FIREFLY]!” The use of your title stirs something inside and the nerves return for a brief second.

“Minerva’s Lantern.” You whisper, as you send dual saws out to the sides.

[Random Footsolider #34]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo6Yrd1Q5kk

She bursts into purple flame as she spins; the new siren wielding two deadly saws on wire that twirl and dance around her in a blazing twister. The firelight, crystal light, sunlight, all seem to place a spotlight directly on her. The tall, slender looking woman with the red eyes seems to stare right at you as she bends over and leaves the spinning blades to orbit around her.

Long muscular legs, a modest bust and a scarred face, she is everything the other sirens are not. She isn’t a perfect superstar - she feels like a real woman. A fighter, a scrapper, and as her pelvis sways with the music and she gives herself a shave closer than any Cadalonian axe had given you in your career, she seems to grow in confidence. She catches your heart, this is your siren - not a pampered woman; [THE PURPLE FIREFLY] is a siren for those who have bled, died and lost; she’s a soldier’s woman.

Her legs part suddenly, and she flows like water down to the ground and onto her back while the flaming saws pass between them and wrap around them tightly. With her new wire stocking and the serrated metal discs protecting her modesty in the short short skirt; she does the impossible.

She breathes fire into the fucking air.

[PURPS]

You sit up, sweating slightly and red faced as you ensure nobody gets a glance at your goods. Your reaction, actually just eclipsed Mono’s and Trisha’s… Holy shit. Glancing at the crowds as you rise to your knees at the introduction of Velth; you spy a solitary blue eye in the crowd. Tearing up as it’s owner jumps up and down and screams - Lisbeth Honamurei blows you a kiss and you glow with [CONTENTMENT] - maybe this won’t be so bad after all.


[Pausing for food and drink. More writing in a minute or two. Not gonna make you sit through the full opening ceremony.]

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This is horrible.

Here you are as part of the first number and having to stand in borrowed underwear because they all SING their costumes different and don’t actually have a costume department. Why did nobody mention this to you? Probably because you would have inserted a saw into one of their orifices and revved it until your finger got tired.

Your fingers never get tired.

“Okay guys, let’s do this!” Trisha says giving herself a hi-five and heading towards the stage while Velth is about to sing your costume on.

“Wait, aren’t I supposed to be first out? And why are you dressed like my costume?” You ask, reaching a hand out as she continues walking and not stopping.

“Becausewechangedthenumbertomakeyouthegeneralhahafunprankbye!” She says and begins singing the introductory part- YOUR PART.

It takes you a moment for your brain to catch up with what she said and by that time the other girls are all in their roles; Pirate, Girl numbers 1-8. Which means you are now The General and have to sing the actual hard parts of this number.

Damnit they fucked you! Minerva’s Light! They fucked you over in a stupid prank!

“I was not on board with this prank.” Velth says, in her nasal manner of speech. “I thought it was an unneeded risk.”

She begins singing and you find yourself resplendent in official garb. In fact, you can’t help but notice your outfit is pretty similar to Captain Barragan’s except with a comically large hat and more medals than a veteran home hooker. You frown at Velth as she continues singing all the little details on to you. If you’re the general your queue is soon.

Our father is a major general!

You step out on stage opening the umbrella that has just appeared in your hands. Here you are; taking the starring role - against your will - in a number held dear to Munisian military due to it’s irreverent portrayal of the higher ranks and loved for it’s comedic timing because the sirens pulled a prank on you.

You’re not mad at all.

No pressure.

> 1d20 Best of 3 No Critfails due to prayer

Name the musical for a fourth roll allowed

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1356752
The Pirates of Penzance

>>1356757

4 roll is allowed.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1356752

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1356752
mama mea

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1356760

>>1356697
we should just become a dancer.
we have goten some of best rolls performing

>>1356789

Well, that and when you double crit and unlocked Zen. Then double crit against Hona which made you go Divine Zen.

So unless you're trying to break your limits and go super saiyan or dancing. Purps cannot into dice.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1dy44jV8EM

YES YES I AM A MAJOR GENERAL

You march out with exaggerated steps to uproarious applause, you hear some shouts of “IT'S THE CAPTAIN!” and sarcastic cheers when the man himself salutes you on stage.

You sneak a quick wink to the crowd while continuing your introduction about how great it is to be a major general. You begin marching in formation with your umbrella over your head as if the very sun is too much for your delicate officer skin and the performers; both real or brought on with siren magic gather round you.

I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of Munis, and I quote the fights historical,
From Grinnsmon to Harlindon, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted too with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news---

You pause and scratch the beard you’ve grown as the performers ham up the awkwardness of the rhyme. But shortly thereafter you click your fingers - GOT IT! You roar and hammer out the rest of the song.

With each pause for breath at the end of all the hectic rapid singing, your audience cheers your efforts or jeers your foolishness! The characters on stage egging you on, teasing you or remarking about how impressive your vocabulary. The line about rifles has the gunners in the audience on their feet and hooting.

Rising to a finale you roar BUT STILL IN MATTERS VEGETABLE ANIMAL AND MINERAL
I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A MODERN MAJOR GENERAL!

With the crescendo you begin bowing and raking in the applause and cheers. Your audience loving every bit of your act. Then the villain Jonaserry, the Northern Pirate (played by Trisha) sidles up and addresses the crowd; “Can you do that again gaffa?”

The crowd cheers at the suggestion and you stay in character, puffing your your large belly, “But of course!”

“And reallly fast this time?” The pirate challenges your honour, waving his arms to hype up the crowd who fall under his devious machinations.

“CERTAINLY!” You roar out, which makes sure every ass leaves the seat. The first number was designed to get the crowd wild and engaged with the show - but you don’t think anyone expected this.

You prepare repeat the feat again at a hundred times the pace, WATCH THIS - In fact when I know what is meant by “mamelon” and “ravelin”

[CONT]

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When you get backstage the girls are squeeing and squealing as Jaqeline in her harp pass you to the stage. You don’t remember much about the itinerary but it seemed she was going to play “The Tithe” a song which honours the sacrifices made to end the tyranny of aristocracy.

But you corner Trisha, Lita, Loti and Pina with a gaze and squared shoulders. The four clutching onto each other at your perfectly vacant expression; not knowing what horrors you would unleash on them.

“You’re one of us now!” Trisha says, happily yet scared… fearpily? - Not important. “It’s a hazing thing we do to new sirens to mess with them!” She begins begging and losing confidence every word out her mouth; “wethoughtyou’dwantsomethingfunnyafterlastnightandwereally... “ she trails off and grows a new shiny spine, “We really consider you one of us. So we inducted you.”

> [PRIDE] I don’t like being hazed.

> [FRUSTRATION] Bonk heads together

> [GRATITUDE] Everyone gets head rubs. That was weirdly sweet.

> [CURIOSITY] Ask who’s idea this was

> Write-In

>>1356835
> [FRUSTRATION] Bonk heads together
Try not to break anything

>>1356835
>> [GRATITUDE] Everyone gets head rubs. That was weirdly sweet.
I'm just here for the headpats

>>1356835
>> [GRATITUDE] Everyone gets head rubs. That was weirdly sweet.
No harm, no foul

this vote is last vote for me.

Hitting my limit here at 2:40am.

- Star

>>1356835
>> [FRUSTRATION] Bonk heads together

>>1356835
>I don’t like being hazed.
>But I'll let it slide just this once.
>[head rubs]
Seems like a happy medium.

5 more minutes until LOCK.

>>1356859
Seconding

>>1356835
>[FRUSTRATION] Bonk heads together

>>1356869
>>1356864
>>1356859
>>1356858
>>1356843
>>1356842
>>1356840

Okay, so Frustration wins.

But we have 2 votes for the compromise which includes the headpast.

The headpats are only down by one.

I kinda wanna be a dick since I like the headpat idea more but unless one of the compromise people specifies if they're backing headpat over bonking, I'm sitting paitiently waiting.

>>1356878
how about we bonk heads and then rubs heads together

>>1356878
NEVER!

>>1356886
>>1356878
Really isn't bonking heads just aggressive head patting?

>>1356859
Changing my vote to support this OUT OF SPITE

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FINE EVERY OPTION WINS

>>1356899
> Write-In
Literally asking for it :^]

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>>1356899
Isn't it sad, Curiosity? ;_;

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They all look up at you. Frowning on a professional level you bonk the two tins heads together; as they pout you dash behind Pina and Trish and repeat the feat. Soon they are all rubbing foreheads and pouting at you, “I do not, like being hazed.” You growl.

As they begin looking down and preparing to apologise, you begin administering headpats. Ruffling up all four of the sirens’ hair you try to smile but simply manage to soften up your expression. “Thank you. It was weirdly sweet, but let’s not ruin the performances that put food in your bellies?”

“Yeah maybe not best time.” Lita says shrugging, judging by the way she’s rubbing her fingers you think she’s feeling the smoker tickle.

“But we’re glad you want to be one of us!” Trisha says hugging you, soon followed by Pina and Loti. The moment of acceptance is only a few seconds; but to you - that simple act of seeing you as you and not a rebel, enemy, Minervan, Starborn or emotionless bitch… it’s nice.

[CONTENTMENT] Spreads through you and you begin to glow softly in the centre of the hug. Yeah, this is alright.

[Perspective Switch Incoming]

I've archived the thread. Handler is dealing with car stuff and might not be able to run. If he does it'll be short.

I'm just home from sports and probably gonna turn in early tonight.

Non Canon Q&A is available in thread or on twitter though.

Ask any character a question and get it answered.

- Star