>>2014761

“Boss! Boss!” Conroy yells while knocking on the door loud enough to rattle the sign.

You're confused by the boss tag, but no time, you need to act professionally. Your clothes are visible suitable, if stinky. No matter, “Enter!” The boy rushes in and shuts the door behind him.

“Boss! We got a problem.” Okay, being called boss is getting weird now that you hear it plainly.

“Yeah, why are you calling me boss?” You look at the vodka poured and pour it back in the vodka pitcher.

“Huh? You told us yesterday to do it.” Fuck, why would you do that me?

Never mind your problems, what the new one? “Oh, uh, anyway, the issue at hand?”

“Ah, people outside, I think they own things in here. They're looking for the person that 'owns' this place now.

Sounds like your first problem that needs solving! And without pay too. Hmmm, did you have a plan?

>You did yesterday, but not today. Well, for now, go see the complainers and see what they're talking about.
>Telephone! You have a telephone! Call Jackal and, uh, ask him what you were doing yesterday.
>”Conroy! You are my acting number two! Go out there and tell the people that their things are safe for the time being and until things are calmer, they will have to let their stuff stay here since there were some thieves causing trouble. Go!” Temporary solution achieved. Now, tour the premises.
>”Conroy! I can't remember anything! What happened last night! And make it fast!” You don't regret anything though, not one bit. It's like Christmas presents when you ingest spice and other substances, but to yourself.

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And here's an incomplete character sheet. WIP.

>>2014769
>>You did yesterday, but not today. Well, for now, go see the complainers and see what they're talking about.

>>2014775
Nice sheet but you should probably fill in all health and willpower dots up to what we have. Even though we're insane we should probably have more resolve because I'm pretty sure that's also the bravery and ability to get back up while also affecting Willpower. And this is probably a bit of work but you might want to list down our weapons and a general Idea of how much money we have. I'm assuming he have hundreds of thousands if not millions with all the work we do but It'd still be nice to get a general idea.

Also Holy shit can we study Magic?!

>>2014769
>”Conroy! You are my acting number two! Go out there and tell the people that their things are safe for the time being and until things are calmer, they will have to let their stuff stay here since there were some thieves causing trouble. Go!” Temporary solution achieved. Now, tour the premises.

Just as I was going to bed goddamnit.

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>>2014806

The sheet is for reference purposes. Not an actual mechanic, unless you guys want that. Anyway, here's an updated one.

>>2015028
>Just as I was going to bed goddamnit.

Well, I won't update till tomorrow in case of SURPRISE call for work, don't worry.

>>2014769
>>”Conroy! You are my acting number two! Go out there and tell the people that their things are safe for the time being and until things are calmer, they will have to let their stuff stay here since there were some thieves causing trouble. Go!” Temporary solution achieved. Now, tour the premises.

>>2014769
>>Telephone! You have a telephone! Call Jackal and, uh, ask him what you were doing yesterday.

>>2014769

You would rather not go out right now to figure out what the people want, you need to figure out what your shit is first! Then it hits you, an idea, delegation. “Conroy! You are my acting number two! Go out there and tell the people that their things are safe for the time being and until things are calmer, they will have to let their stuff stay here since there were some thieves causing trouble. Go! If they keep complaining tell them there's dead bodies or something.”

Conroy blinks a few times then points to himself once he registers what you told him, “Me?”

“Yeah! Go! Now! Before they do something stupid like come in.” You rush him out into where he came from with a mission on hand. “Don't come back till you're done.” You slam the door for extra effect. “So, time get a tally of this place. I'll go this way.” You head through the fire exit and being your expedition.

You exit out to a rusty stairwell overlooking a small dock with no ships docked at the moment but plenty of containers and pallets laying about or being serviced by workers. You could go up as there are a ladder and a flight of stairs going up, but decide to head on down to get a close-up view.

Boxes, boxes, labels, reading, lots of people calling you boss, so this is how working a storage place is. Moving things, yeah. You search most of the outside area before heading inside and find it more of the same, except with a lot of more blood stains and tiny body parts in some corridors than others. The janitors are on it though.

First-floor is storage and in-house cafe, second-floor part storage, and your office plus some others, third-floor is just railings for reaching the top shelves, rooftop where the electricity cable runs into the building. You sneak into the basement and find an incomplete staircase and dirt.

Well, you're done. You turn around and BOO Butler surprises you with a stack of papers in his hands. “Had a nice tour of the place, Mentat?” There's a sinister tone, you can hear it.

“Uhh, yeah. Just finished. It's, uh, a warehouse with a dock.” You say without having enough time for a good statement or comeback.

“Very good. Now, as Acting Foreman and Supervisor of this newly acquired building, I need you to sign some things...”

Cont.

>>2015807

7:45 AM»11:54 AM

SWEET FREEDOM AT LONG LAST. You and the voices cry out together as you enter the sanctuary that is your car and drive on out of the warehouse and to the school. There... so... much... paperwork... BUT SO MUCH MONEY TOO. THE BIG NUMBERS. The job was honestly easy, in part to Butler helping, but just so tedious! The only good lining is that you finished today and tomorrows important lists, numbers, whatever.

The bad is you're late, but not since you never specified what time you were going to tutor the Fourth Princess. Or had come up with a plan either. Or a subject. Or anything really.

Hmm, first off, where's a good place to train her? The contents can come in the moment.

>The warehouse may be hell, but it is your hell! And you can make a heaven in hell. Why, yes, you can do things in private there without drawing attention. Er, not yet at least. Give her Highness some fitness training. Get some muscles training in her. Oh, her friends can come you suppose.
>Go to her school. There you will... hang out with her and her companions? Honestly, what can you do that's not suspicious in private property? Aside from their club room.
>Have fun in the city. Teach her of London's secrets. Just remember, have money or a gun on hand. Oh, let's go to a black market! That'll be fun!

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>>2015813
>>The warehouse may be hell, but it is your hell! And you can make a heaven in hell. Why, yes, you can do things in private there without drawing attention. Er, not yet at least. Give her Highness some fitness training. Get some muscles training in her. Oh, her friends can come you suppose.
Also, seeing as we now have a warehouse with docks, we should get a freighter. An armed freighter.

>>2015813
>>The warehouse may be hell, but it is your hell! And you can make a heaven in hell. Why, yes, you can do things in private there without drawing attention. Er, not yet at least. Give her Highness some fitness training. Get some muscles training in her. Oh, her friends can come you suppose.

>>2015813
>The warehouse may be hell, but it is your hell! And you can make a heaven in hell. Why, yes, you can do things in private there without drawing attention. Er, not yet at least. Give her Highness some fitness training. Get some muscles training in her. Oh, her friends can come you suppose.

Why train in a shooting range when you can use the entire ocean!!

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>>2015813
>The warehouse may be hell, but it is your hell! And you can make a heaven in hell. Why, yes, you can do things in private there without drawing attention. Er, not yet at least. Give her Highness some fitness training. Get some muscles training in her. Oh, her friends can come you suppose.

12:39 PM

You illegally drive on the pavement ill-suited for cars at the school, but you don't give one. That said, you do try to not run over anyone when you drive right where you recall the Princess said where she and her friends usually had lunch during the day. BEEP BEEP, outta the way! And you quickly see her and roll on over the path, careful to neither harm the plants or the objects in the way.

You look at the shocked guardian to the left, then turn to the equally surprised girls and puff your pipe out, “Princess, are you ready to be tutored? Oh, your friends can come too.”

“Eh? Um... okay!” That was fast. Her Highness yells to her guard that she going for an outing with her friends and enters your compartment with Ange immediately coming along. Then the rest pile in the back and you correct your rearview mirror, wave the guard farewell and go full reverse.

“Where are we going?” Ange asks in a deadpan voice.

You smirk as you head out the gate, “I have a spot where her Highness can train. You'll see...”

You drive into your warehouse, honking your horn to the people not getting out of the way at the gate and go past a crying Conroy and two other guys. Sorry, your problem now.

“A warehouse?” Dorothy comments aloud.

“Indeed. A recently acquired one. One in good hands.” You wiggle your fingers for no reason since she can't see them but the two up front do.

“You're training the Princess here?” You nod to Ange's question.

“What better place that's not under entirely in public eye? That said, the place needs some work. And the Princess could use some muscle.” You park the car near the dock area and exit out while staring intently at Charlotte.

“Hm?”

>Have her do some laps around the building, then some push-ups, lift some lightweight boxes around. Get her in proper clothes first though, can't have her running around in her pretty dress. Her friends can, uh, watch? Talk? Join her? Eh, you did not think this through.
>The Princess shall get an understanding of how light and heavy different pistols, rifles and such are. These are all pistols but not all are the same. No ammo, for now.
>Princess Charlotte, your first test to prove yourself worthy of being tutored is can you get rid of those people at the gate? They're becoming a bother. Tell her of the situation and see how she deals with the problem.
>”So Princess, how do you feel about stealing a boat with me?” A little voice has just an idea...
>Write-in.

>>2016103
>”So Princess, how do you feel about stealing a boat with me?” A little voice has just an idea...
It's time to sink, or swim.

>>2016103
>>The Princess shall get an understanding of how light and heavy different pistols, rifles and such are. These are all pistols but not all are the same. No ammo, for now.

>>2016103
>>The Princess shall get an understanding of how light and heavy different pistols, rifles and such are. These are all pistols but not all are the same. No ammo, for now.
We can convince her to commit piracy with us later. Baby steps first.

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>>2016103
>The Princess shall get an understanding of how light and heavy different pistols, rifles and such are. These are all pistols but not all are the same. No ammo, for now.

“Come with me.” You gentlemanly hold her hand as she exits your way out, then get your things from the trunk and head on inside. You share small words to the hard workers inside as they stare at the guests until you reach your office with them.

“Why are we here?” Beatrice inquires with a watchful eye of the closed curtains all around. Oh, nothing like that, jeez, what are you? A pedophile?

You rummage your items in the room, unloading the guns that need to be with some difficulty and motion your head to the Princess should come closer. When she's close enough, you toss her your pocket pistol, “Think fast.”

Even startled, she manages to catch the tiny object in her hand and figure what it is, “Huh!? A pistol?”

“FN Model 1900, made by Fabrique Nationale, fires the .32 ACP cartridge from its magazine, heel release, that thing," You point that tab to her and she does the rest, “Yeah, slide operated, go ahead, pull it.” She does it with no trouble and you double check to see the chamber empty, “Semi-automatic 'pocket pistol'.”

“What are you doing!?” Beatrice yells out suddenly and rushes over like you handed the Princess a bomb or something and tries to push you away from her. “Why are you handing something dangerous to her Highness!?”

Hey, the little runt is doing something way more dangerous by making the Princess muzzle sweep you and who knows else! “You're doing something way more dangerous, girl! And the gun is empty anyway. You think I'd give her a loaded gun right away?”

You instantly see Dorothy and Ange look to the side then turn around when your eyes are on them. More proof became evident when her Highness says, “Ah-heh, I once shot a loaded gun on accident.” You give everyone looking the eye of disdain of negligent discharges and it shudders them all. The only two are Ange and Dorothy and you really make sure they know of your displeasure of hearing the truth.

“...”
“...”
“Okay! Okay! We know it was bad so please stop!” Dorothy gives out and that's good enough for you so you cease the scary face.

Cont.

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>>2016442

Okay, you calm down just a little bit. Teaching while angry is bad. “You, you, you, you, sit on the bed, one can have the chair. Princess, stand right here.”

“Yes!” Her Highness replies enthusiastically. Beatrice wants to be close so she chose the chair before anyone else and so the rest stay seated on your bed. “What's next teacher?”

You get out the Mauser C96 from its stock-holster, check that it's empty and then hand it to her. “This is also a pistol. Got a feel of the difference?” You start your formal instruction of weapon handling, weight and how to aim as each gun usually has its own iron sights different than others.

Beatrice is less pleased that you're very intimate, by her close view at least, with Charlotte due to you have to correct her posture but you do it at a distance. Ange is quietly watching, Dorothy drank some vodka your pitcher and is lying down happily on the bed in a manner befitting of not a lady. Chise seems really paying attention and is writing notes.

Two hours past and all is well till your session is interrupted by Butler coming in, “Mentat. Oh, Ladies. Pardon the interruption but about the...”

“Speak freely, friend, they understand my job.” You say not pausing while raising her Highness's head so she can line up the tiny rear notch to the tiny front post of a Lee-Enfield.

“The captured... survivors. What is their fate?” Oh, you had survivors? Hmm, that sounds odd. No matter, you know the procedure.

“If they're a future threat, take them out now. I don't feel like threatening their families or figuring out who gets to live right now. If they're useless, the same thing.” Your message causes Charlotte to bring down her hands, though she says nothing, she gives you a sad glance.

“I'm afraid they're not so peaceful. That is all. Pardon me, Ladies.” Butler bows and leaves.

Once the door shuts, Charlotte gives you more sorrowful stares as you take the rifle away from her. You set the rifle in the dresser turned gun cabinet and answer the unvoiced question, “I am a Mercenary, your Highness. I deal in death, sometimes life. Those that come to oppose or harm me or my people, tend to not want peace. Hence I return it with more vigor and talent than them. This is what I am imparting to you. Skills to hurt people, generally, it kills them. This is what I do best, other than thinking.”

Cont.

>>2016450

You might have unintentionally laid on the Princess too harshly about your ways and YOU. But how else can she understand what she asked for? “But, sometimes that's the only way to save another that wishes to harm people. Kill one to save one, possibly more. It happens from time to time.”

Hmm, it's teatime. Perhaps a break is in order for all parties.

>Have tea time with the girls at a fancy establishment. You do have plenty of funds to go about.
>Do something else like go for a walk. This is a nicer area and is less likely to have trouble on the streets. A nice change of pace.
>Have Butler take care of the girls while you go out and shop for food and drinks to take back.
>Write-in.

>>2016456
>>Have tea time with the girls at a fancy establishment. You do have plenty of funds to go about.

>>2016456
>>Have tea time with the girls at a fancy establishment. You do have plenty of funds to go about.

>>2016456
>Have tea time with the girls at a fancy establishment. You do have plenty of funds to go about.

>>2016456
>Have tea time with the girls at a fancy establishment. You do have plenty of funds to go about.

You've heard of a good place nearby for tea time, you should go there and enjoy yourselves. “Ladies, how about tea time? I know a place recommended by friends.”

A fake smile returns to the Princess and she agrees, “That sounds nice. I could use a break.”

You get your pocket items, look presentable in public and lead the way out. The assembled crowd outside the gate is finally gone that you leave unimpeded, throwing some coin purses at the tired working boy and men leaned against the wall.

As you go the way of side streets, you hear a “Mr. Browning?” Charlotte utters so low that you had difficulty hearing.

You slow down and stay at the side of Beatrice, who's acting as a barrier between you and her Highness. “Yes?”

“How... long have you been a mercenary?” A conversation attempt?

“Four years. From fighting, to protection, to ensuring deliveries, wars mostly, but that seems to be drying up of late. Good for the world, perhaps? So how long were you a Princess, Princess?” You say in jest.

“Not that long ago.” You're a little confused by her answer, seeming weird and unnatural of a reply.

Your thought is dashed by Beatrice exclaiming, “Mr. Browning! Do you have no respect for a royal of this country?”

Going through your history, no, “None indeed, Miss Beatrice! Same to any other country with 'royal'. I am not loyal nor truly respectful to such an ideological thing!” That surprises Beatrice and her Highness. “Only to the job and those that are my people, I say Semper Fi.”

The shorten motto goes above Beatrice and Chise, “Semper what?”

“Semper Fidelis, Latin for always faithful, or loyal depending on one's chosen words.” Her Highness explains correctly. “That's a unique among mercenaries, loyalty.”

You do agree that others are flimsy and are the norm, “I know, but it's my style. And I intend to keep it going as long as I can.”

“Admirable!” Chise goes up to you excited. “If you had a someone worthy of serving, you'd be a Samurai. Have you ever come across someone like that?”

“What? For life? Ah, no, not my style. I'm committed to my work but I do enjoy my freedom too. Need to have healthy balance else I'll go crazy. That's a bad thing for everyone, no one likes when I go crazy. Except me, but that's cheating.”

You think you arrive at the area, being all high-end brick buildings and high-class elegant dressed people on the streets and you believe you found the restaurant up the way.

Cont.

>>2016782

The Princess is recognized instantly by the staff there and the guests. After she's done being surrounded by fans give so much praise and thanks for coming, you all are taken to a deluxe room and are given the royal treatment. Good food and tea are brought in in minutes after being here.

Damn, talk about popularity. You wouldn't want the setbacks though, that would cramp your job. Well, as long as it lasts here.

Now how to deal with conversations?

>Bye not talking at all! Enjoy your food, tea, smoke and the window view.
>Write-in. Gotta work them social skills. Talk/Ask generally or specifically to the girls. There's Chise, Dorothy, Ange, Beatrice, Charlotte.

>>2016787
>By only talking when talked to.

>>2016795
This. In public we're a man of few words.

>>2016787
>>Write-in. Gotta work them social skills. Talk/Ask generally or specifically to the girls. There's Chise, Dorothy, Ange, Beatrice, Charlotte.

I don't know, We did tell them our at least one of our major exploits why not ask them if they have any stories of their own?

>>2016787
>By only talking when talked to.

You seat yourself a little ways closer to the second-floor window and position your body enough that you can speak when spoken to, otherwise you enjoy the view of the window, the food, tea, smoke, and sometimes check to see if the stalkers come close. At least they keep their distance so all goes well and tea time relaxing.

“Mercenary.” Ange, having stealthily crept to you back, whispers to you without alerting the others. You return a silent lean that touches her back. “Were you telling the truth?”

“I hate being betrayed and shackled without purpose and freedom. Make sense?” You say softly back and look at the street below, adults and kids going up and down, left, right, having a gay time.

Ange doesn't talk back and creeps away and join back in her friends talk with her colony bumpkin persona. The Princess though, puts you in the spotlight, “Browning? Is something wrong? You're being awfully quiet.”

You have a calm smile when you turn to her, “Nothing at all, I just have no words to say your conversation with your friends. Tis all.” And you go right back to staring out the window and sometimes checking the entryway.

“Princess, just forget about him.” The little bun-haired girl dismisses you entirely.

“Ah, Beatrice.”

“Hmph! Our team was doing fine without an outsider.” Hmm, can't argue with that thinking.

Then below you hear a thump from the wall being banged on. You angle yourself in a way to see what's going down and it's a mugging in progress. You're not able to see exactly but you can enough of an impression from the movement and sounds.

“What is that noise coming from?” Dorothy states and heads to the window, like she's aware of it coming from the outside.

“I think it's a mugging.” You answer back and alarm the folks that hear you.

The Princess immediately gets up and announces, “We should stop it!”

>Ah, no. Just no. The Constable is coming so it's up to him and the robbers, not you or anyone else, on what happens next.
>”You can do it.” Toss Charlotte your pocket pistol and some spare magazines. “How you deal with them depends on your actions and how that robber or plural will react.” Test her, of course, you'll be nearby to save her, in case things go very bad.
>”No. You want to get into danger, I seriously have an issue with that. Unless you pay me more.” You get the issue of defending and tutoring. Attacking is a whole new contract.
>Write-in.

>>2016967
>>”You can do it.” Toss Charlotte your pocket pistol and some spare magazines. “How you deal with them depends on your actions and how that robber or plural will react.” Test her, of course, you'll be nearby to save her, in case things go very bad.

>>2016967
>”You can do it.” Toss Charlotte your pocket pistol and some spare magazines. “How you deal with them depends on your actions and how that robber or plural will react.” Test her, of course, you'll be nearby to save her, in case things go very bad.

>>2016967
>>”You can do it.” Toss Charlotte your pocket pistol and some spare magazines. “How you deal with them depends on your actions and how that robber or plural will react.” Test her, of course, you'll be nearby to save her, in case things go very bad

Remind her she can probably solve this without too much violence if she makes it seem like too much trouble for the muggers siting reinforcements or cops

>>2016967
>>”You can do it.” Toss Charlotte your pocket pistol and some spare magazines. “How you deal with them depends on your actions and how that robber or plural will react.” Test her, of course, you'll be nearby to save her, in case things go very bad.

Roll time

1d100

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2017029
Here we go again.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2017029

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2017029

>>2016967

With little thought, you have a smile on you when you toss your pocket pistol and two magazines to Charlotte. “You can do it. How you deal with them depends on your actions and how the robber or ers will react. Better hurry, it takes seconds for a robbery succeed. Oh, and the Constable is coming.”

She doesn't wait for your entire explanation as she sprints out armed like a vigilante. Naturally, you run out too, ignoring the fact that you probably did something really stupid like arming a girl with marginal physical and mental training with a firearm, or pissing off Ange, or not giving much of a care except that field training and practice is the best teacher. Why look at yourself, for example, a horrible example!

You get to the front the moment the Princess gets the safety off and points the pistol at whoever is doing the mugging. “SHIT!” You quickly see the masked muggers, one of which has his own pocket revolver and isn't afraid of switching targets from the old man and lady on the floor to you and Charlotte.

From all of your combat experience, you hastily grab her and spin-duck to the little concrete flower block for cover as a sudden bullet flies and touches your left arm. You count six shots fired before coming back up with the Princess and forcing her to her own feet and pointing at the targets running now. “Fire!”

You don't repeat the command as she fires a semi-aimed shot at the two. That one misses but her next shot doesn't but it's a flash wound on the shooter. Then the two dive into an alley and get away. You turn to the tiring Constable and shout at him where they went and he goes off.

Well, that happened. “Browning! Your arm!”

You take a cursory glance and only find a cut on the outer skin. You apply some saliva and adjust some of the sling to cover up the wound. “I'm fine. Go check on them. You're the actor here.” With a push from you, her Highness goes to check on the victims, getting thanks from them for helping and being surrounded by people coming out.

You head to the sidelines and overwatch the area in case of more eventful incidents should they happen. They don't happen.

Cont.

crap, need to go out for food, brb say 50 mins.

>>2017280

Her Highness is very popular by the plebs and patricians that it takes thirty minutes of her trying to force her way out that you already paid the bill and rush to get the car over here. A few honks by you gives her the opportunity to withdraw and enter so you can take her and the rest back to school.

In the back, Beatrice calls out to you and her idol, “Princess! That was too reckless! And you! Why did you think that was a good idea to put her in danger!?”

“Driving right now with one hand.” You give an excuse to not talk about it.

“Really, you didn't need to do that, Princess. Ange and Chise both were coming out too. You could have waited for them.” Dorothy points out. “But, you certainly don't need to hear it from me. Good job. You made some new believers, didn't you?”

“Dorothy.” Her Highness looks behind and gets a quiet approval from Chise if what you see in the rear mirror right. “Sorry, everyone. But when I heard it, I felt the need to act.”

Ange glares at you before softening and looking at the Princess and nods. “Wait for us next time. We're a team.”

“Sorry, Ange. Browning, I'm really sorry. You got hurt because of me.” If you could, you'd wave her off.

You go for the old fashion tough man talking, “Bah. This is nothing. It's already healed up. Hope you learned something from this though, otherwise, my job is going to be really though. Quiz time, so what did you learn?”

“Huh? Um, I'm inadequate.” That's really harsh.

You try to at least focus on some good side, “At shooting people, yeah, that's unsurprising for a novice. But you did hit the robber that shot back, so I count that as a good experience. Chin up, we'll talk more tomorrow.” The rest of the ride is quiet as you deposit the girls back to their school and go back to your warehouse.

Cont.

>>2017621

You get a small cloth over the small cut and continue about your business, which means MORE PAPERWORK. A danger to your rectum, metaphorically. You blow past it and thing about beginning some.. personal projects.

Of course, that means continuing to operate a semi-clean operation. Ohh, choices choices choices. Well the main being, will you still be the owner of this warehouse and dock. Even if it's not yours, you can still use the facility.

>THIS. BELONGS. TO. YOU. GLORY. TO. MENTAT!
>Yeah, if you went full civilian, you'll fully aware of a future career of boring. But, money is money.
>... Draft a proposal for the Princess if she wants to be a co-owner. Her face is what the public sees, your evil, er, you mean your farsighted creation talents can be put in the shadows.
>>You foresee Ange trying to spy on you. Fly to her and say hi and she can visit in person. No need to be a stranger.

>>2017661
>>>You foresee Ange trying to spy on you. Fly to her and say hi and she can visit in person. No need to be a stranger.

>>2017661
>>THIS. BELONGS. TO. YOU. GLORY. TO. MENTAT!
This warehouse is clearly the perfect base for our global operations. We could even start our own mercenary/trading/research company!
>>>You foresee Ange trying to spy on you. Fly to her and say hi and she can visit in person. No need to be a stranger.

>>2017661
>THIS. BELONGS. TO. YOU. GLORY. TO. MENTAT!
>You foresee Ange trying to spy on you. Fly to her and say hi and she can visit in person. No need to be a stranger.
The Mentat Talent Agency is now hiring!

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>>2017661

You stretch your only fit arm and get to work on planning. There's much to think about. It's easy because you finalize who the owner of this warehouse, you, You AND YOU. You could think of ten improvements, making this place bigger, safer, and more profitable.

It's all yours! And to the Continental. Yes, your group is coming up on top. Makes you feel like taking over the WORLD but that's shitty responsibility and boring overall. Unless there's a war, then that'd be death carnival for all parties involved.

Type, write, draft, draw. Repeat.

And hum. And sing. And dream of revolvers all over your body. More than ten! No! Too little, think of... twenty-one. Blackjack!

But enough of that, your mind goes to think of an underground storage unit, emergency passageways into the city and out to the docks, water towers, personal wells, your own ships of both sea and air, a platform that doubles to both sea and air use, a gun range, machine shop, and building expansions.

There's more but, never put one's eggs all in a single basket, unless that basket is well protected.

Cont.

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>>2018136

A tiny word from the ether speaks of ANGE watching you from somewhere. You peek all over your office until you swear you spot her two buildings over. You take the inside way to getting on the roof and signal that you see her. Removing you contact, you fly up and take your time in landing next to her on a high up water tower on another ward.

“Evening. You're up late.” You greet as you land on the metal rails to her right with one foot. “Not past your bedtime? Want to come in?”

Ange doesn't bother turning her head or eye to you, cold as ever. “I'm fine. Here.”

You single shrug and face your enterprise, “Your choice. You may as well come in instead of being a visible stranger, only if you're not pulling a gun or something on me again. Later.”

Then she turns her head to you. “Is it private in your office?”

“Amazingly the previous owner made it sound resistant. So pretty good, I'd say.”

She takes out a round object and clicks a switch that buzzes and forms a faint green glow around her body. “I'll be intruding then.” And she takes off.

If it were a race to your warehouse, you would have won handily. You need only a single leap and a glide to reach the roof while Ange requires several jumps from building to building until she lands next to you. You do have a suspicion she's doing it for a reason but don't call her out on it.

You slide down the fire ladder and are about to enter your office when she says, “Aren't you going to ask?”

About the Cavorite-ball or C-ball, “Nope. No reason too. Come on.” Ladies first and all that.

So, Ange is here in your office with you. Now what?

>Do some paperwork and some planning. If she wants to talk, she can speak. Earn $1$
>Talk to her about..... fuck. Write-in.
>Get right into planning upgrades for this place... Your cash reserves $5$
Upgrade list
>>Water tower and sanitized private wells. Hydration is good, but preventing a fire is better. Costs $2$ Timetable; a week.
>>Metal Working/Machine line. When you need to handle metals and heat for creating things from them, you'll need these tools. $3$ Timetable; 2 weeks.
>>Basement storage for you secret things, like contraband! Comes with anti-flooding and the best rebar concrete for protection. $1$ Timetable; a month.
>>Special entrances and exits. $1$ Timetable; a month.
>>A modified dock capable of sending supplies to both seagoing ships and airships. $2$ Timetable; a week.
>>Building expansion. More space means more places to store things for other people and make them pay you. $4$ Timetable; a month.
>>Underground gun range. $2$ Timetable; 2 weeks.

>>2018156
>>>A modified dock capable of sending supplies to both seagoing ships and airships. $2$ Timetable; a week.
>>Metal Working/Machine line. When you need to handle metals and heat for creating things from them, you'll need these tools. $3$ Timetable; 2 weeks.

Let's start a weapons factory.

If Ange wants to speak let her speak.

>>2018168
This.

>>2018156
>A modified dock capable of sending supplies to both seagoing ships and airships. $2$ Timetable; a week.
>Metal Working/Machine line. When you need to handle metals and heat for creating things from them, you'll need these tools. $3$ Timetable; 2 weeks

You get to work at your desk and Ange sits in her original spot on the bed and says nothing. Fine by you, you're working on improving this place with a great vision. “Hm hm hm!” Changing your tune to any and all songs that come to mind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8oFKS84-yc

There's going to a multi-role dock here with an elevator crane combo. Height needs to be this tall, width has to handle the weight and be able to reach the docks safely. Strong, sturdy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE

A factory line, right in here for metal working on a moderate scale. An assembly line. For custom orders and more!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzRhFH5OyHo

It will be grand. As foretold by you. Aahahahah. Time to slot people to work.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk

Hee hee hee, you can refuel your company's ships and airship without issues other than getting fuel. Repairing will be easier when you have access to your own fabrication facility. Cannons! Steel! More! Who needs money when you can make guns! COUGH COUGH, some money is nice.

You're so engrossed in your work and song that you neglect recalling Ange was on your bed when you finish and jump up in glee with your completed everything and almost spin into Ange. Oh, you forgot she was there. Being creative is dangerous to you and probably the world.

“You look happy.” An obvious statement.

You put back your papers and hold your only working hand to her, “Because I am. A dance, Miss Ange?”

“You are a strange person.” She accepts your hand and comes to her feet.

You hum a tune and slow dance around the room with Miss Ange after your successful masterpiece of numbers and drawings. After it's done, you bid her a goodnight and go to your sleep.

Cont.

>>2018381

The next day, YOU collect as much of your reserve Albion cash and push it along with your plans into Butler and Conroy's hands and tell them to get on it and you go back to your office to do some work. There's only one main obstacle in your way.

What the hell is your formal name? It's fake but yeah.

First name :
>Go with John cause why the hell not.
>Marcus sounds okay.
>Write-in.

Middle:
>Ordos
>Atreides
>Harkonnen
>J for Jesus, either the normal English way or the Spanish Hey-Zeus way.
>Write-in.

Last:
>Browning, easy.
>Write-in.

>>2018383
>Barrington B. Browning

B. stands for Bartholomew

>>2018383
>Henry Adam Browning
A gentlemanly name.

>>2018383
>Barrington B. Browning

I don't know how long you're keeping this vote up but I hope it'll stay up a little bit because this seems important and it's pretty late

>>2018383
>Barrington B. Browning

>>2018383
>Henry Adam Browning

I liked this name.

>>2018383
>>2018427
>>2018671
This.

>>2018383
>>Henry Adam Browning

>>2018383
>Henry Adam Browning

Henry Adam Browning. Signed, signature, done and done. Warehouse Supervisor, Henry Adam Browning. That is your public name and you hang the little plaques on the doors and forgery papers where you need it. All bases are checked, you sit back, put your feet up on the clear desk and light your pipe.

That ends the moment Butler comes in a second later, “I see you have chosen a public name, Mentat. But, more importantly, the customers are pressed to see the head manager.” Well, nuts you probably can't wait it out much longer.

You stand and check your attire with minimal scrutiny. “Do I look fine?”

“A bit worn but it'll have to do. Perhaps you can use it to your advantage?” A roundabout way of saying you're a mess.

“Well, no time like the present. Lead the way, Butler.”

...

“I want my stuff back!”
“When can I see my babies?”
“I need to see the manager!”
“Can we have delivers resume?”

Conroy, poor kid, and two other men are holding the gate steady as businessmen and nobles alike are impatient on being on hold and voicing their anger together.

Good thing the high gate can be triple barred in place and is the shitty heavy iron type. Not likely they'll get in through normal force.

But, importantly, how should you deal with assholes?

>The people need to calm down before they can make rational decisions. Do Revolver Ocelot. That should calm them down. Damn your left arm, do it!
>”Open the gate but no more than the space that three people can enter.” You shall handle this three at a time. And they better have their papers ready.
>Cavorite gymnastics to the wall and get all their attention. You will dazzle them with ONE VISION, ONE PURPOSE. YOURS. This warehouse will be grand! Hopefully, you can act well.
>”Blank please.” “Very well.” Fire into the air. Part intimidate the people that your services are of the highest quality of protection from unsavory peoples and let them know that under your leadership, their goods are in the safest hands. They should continue their business with you and you will handle their wares with the utmost importance. Oh, and that comes with a higher price tag.

>>2019681
>>”Open the gate but no more than the space that three people can enter.” You shall handle this three at a time. And they better have their papers ready.

>>2019681
>”Open the gate but no more than the space that three people can enter.” You shall handle this three at a time. And they better have their papers ready

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>>2019681

“Open the gate, but no more than the space that three people can enter.” Butler and the three look at you and comply. When you judge the gate is fine, “Stop.” You stretch and flex your working hand in preparation. “Papers, please.”

...

8:22 AM»3:42 PM. +$3$ After expenses.

You rub your neck, nose, then your wrist after finishing up dealing the following; losing customers, gaining some, lawyering, kicking some out, kicking out some thieves of both professional and unprofessional qualities, dealing with the Continental needs for storage help, doing piles of stacks of ledger books, keeping them up-to-date as of your time in your warehouse and as of now you are fucking done done and done with all of it.

You groan as you lay in your bed, tired, exhausted, hot, wishing that another you had taken that job. Ehh, all of yous need rests. YOU too. You at least hide your money away and documents and begin undressing so you can go to bed, too tired to recall something else you were supposed to do.

You toss your silk shirt off right when someone of royal descent comes through the warehouse door and finds you less armored than before. At least you have your shorts, right? Right, you do. That would have been a disaster.

“Come in, come in.” Tired as you are, you now recall your tutoring job. At least you don't hate doing that. You can stomach through with training her unless something else comes up.

Even at you beckoning, Charlotte stays at the door before the other push in and see what the deal is.

Beatrice takes one look and explodes with a red face, “HA!? WE NEED TO LEAVE PRINCESS!” Futile little her is unable to get her Highness to leave for the rest come pushing inside.

“Excuse us, but it's important.” Dorothy explains then sees you, “Oh. Busy?”

You don a new coat to at least look presentable and sit in your chair. “Very, I just finished and now I'm tired. Oh, ah, right, your Highness, training.”

“I thought it was odd that you didn't come to school today,” Ange says and comes over to toss a tiny piece of paper weighted by some coins. “So, too tired to work?”

>“Yes, if it requires anything more than leaving my office.” Really, you're not in a kicking mood or fit to do anything tough. If anything, you need to rest. Shit, tomorrow is going to be bad too.
>“Does it involve fighting?” The only thing that'll get your blood pumping is a fight. Yeah, a good one.
>”What's the job?” You'll listen if she'll give it. You'll accept based on that.

last update as I have to work soon.

>>2020099
>“Yes, if it requires anything more than leaving my office.” Really, you're not in a kicking mood or fit to do anything tough. If anything, you need to rest. Shit, tomorrow is going to be bad too.
We have an arm in a sling, best to calm down for now.

>>2020099
>>“Does it involve fighting?” The only thing that'll get your blood pumping is a fight. Yeah, a good one.

>>2020099
>“Yes, if it requires anything more than leaving my office.” Really, you're not in a kicking mood or fit to do anything tough. If anything, you need to rest. Shit, tomorrow is going to be bad too.

>>2020099


>“Yes, if it requires anything more than leaving my office.” Really, you're not in a kicking mood or fit to do anything tough. If anything, you need to rest. Shit, tomorrow is going to be bad too.

Now I'm wondering what she'll do if she can't get us to help.

>>2020099
>“Does it involve fighting?” The only thing that'll get your blood pumping is a fight. Yeah, a good one.

>>2020099
>“Does it involve fighting?” The only thing that'll get your blood pumping is a fight. Yeah, a good one

>>2020099
I'd like to play coy and see what they'd offer us for help if possible but if not then

>“Does it involve fighting?” The only thing that'll get your blood pumping is a fight. Yeah, a good one

>>2020099
>“Does it involve fighting?” The only thing that'll get your blood pumping is a fight. Yeah, a good one.

With a finger and a swift motion, you take off your little lens, “Does it involve fighting?” If there's one thing that'll get you out of a slump chasms deep, is a good fight. Shootout, melee, brawl, a hell yes you will try to beat the hell out of an opponent.

Ange really, really, looks into your eyes before opening what is an order note and she backs away, “The first offer, no.” She then lowers a rosy, flowery invitation card, “The second is a no.”

Oh, lame, you were really excited too. You read the note, it's pistol ammo, then burn it in the ashtray and fish out your own supply on your bottom drawer and hand the numbered in a pouch and take the money. “So, what's number two?”

“How would you like an all-expense paid two-day cruise by the Black Lizard Planet?” The say what now that sound like they owe you money? You motion for her to continue to the embarrassment to some of the others. “A first-class room.” Yes. “Free food and drinks. “Oh yes. “High-class smoking lounge.” Sounds nice. “Girls on call.”

Okay, you frown from hearing that. “You lost me. What's the job? Will I get to kill anyone?”

Ange opens up the card and you begin reading the boring text, “Hopefully not. You need only to protect the Princess. How you wish to do it is on you. Oh, this will not count as tutoring her Highness. Counting today, we still have you for twenty-nine days.” Is... is she like fucking with you? You can't tell sometimes without using the Cavorite.

For now, you summarize the invitation. A cruise on the new ocean-liner the RMS Celtic, to set sail a week from now, this invitation is for First-class people, says the owner can have up to four other people if applied soon. “Hey it says I can have other people, that doesn't include any of you all right?” That would be awful, more ways than one.

Dorothy is the one that answers you, “Of course not. It would make us look suspicious and weird. We're not there for playtime.”

For clarity, you ask, “Am I being paid for being a guard dog?”

The ball goes to Ange, “I did the calculations and deemed five shillings is enough considering the first-class suite, free food, drinks, and entertainment. If you get into a proper fight for her Highness, I'll add a pound as extra.”

FFF- Ange was there when you told Charlotte about your negotiations. Oh, wow, she upped you in a way.

>Fine. That's all you can say. So, who comes with you? 4/4. You can choose to take anyone or not.
>>Friends (Or close enough) Conroy, Pixy, Butler, the mad scientist Lucas, there's that guy that really quiet that probably still has your other not car but your other loot. You don't have many friends...
>”Do you have any jobs that you need brute force? Or assassinations?” You got yourself all worked up, thinking you'd get in a fight.
>Nope. Just nope.

>>2022804
>>Fine. That's all you can say. So, who comes with you? 4/4. You can choose to take anyone or not.

Conroy of course, Pixy but he'd probably busy with work, I'd love to spend more time with Lucas after the Hellsing and maybe have him help us on the weapons factory. Butler should probably stay behind to handle the business.

I don't know who else, Mentat? Browning? Our Car?

>>2022804
>Fine. That's all you can say. So, who comes with you? 4/4. You can choose to take anyone or not.
Let's take Pixy along in case we need backup. Butler should stay behind, of course, seeing as he's the foreman of our warehouse/base.

Also when we're at the docks to board the liner, we should scope the place out for potential ships to steal.

>>2022804
>Fine. That's all you can say. So, who comes with you? 4/4. You can choose to take anyone or not.

Conroy and Pixy.

>>2023059
Oh bring the silent guy to. He loks like someone who knows to stay with his mouth shut.

>>2022804
>>Fine. That's all you can say. So, who comes with you? 4/4. You can choose to take anyone or not.
Let's bring Pixy and Conroy.

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>>2022804
>Fine. That's all you can say. So, who comes with you? 4/4. You can choose to take anyone or not.

“Fine.” You answer and sit back in your seat.

“Then I'll see you in a week's time.” Wait. “Her Highness will be out of London until then for some foreign business. She will not be available to be tutored. Keep yourself alive. Bye.” She writes something in the invitation and takes off without another word.

They all leave, but not before Dorothy gives you an apologetic face for Ange's Angeness. Seriously, Black Lizard Planet? YOU are going to bed. Deal with life later.

…

Four days. It took only four days before little old you are back in the decomposing ruins of a capital city. Dad got caught by one collector, but all will be forgiven if he helped in some special plan.

So you return to walking the dying streets of London. There's a noticeably fewer people traffic on the streets, both for poor nobodies, the middle-class, and those higher up. The police are, too, not every present on the roads.

All is fine, not mugged or bothered by anyone, you're just bored and roaming around until a small child is thrown at your fucking face.

Really hard too, as your back collides with the wall that was five feet away, then you fall to the ground with whoever is on you. You aren't able to move since the person on top was thrown sideways and her whole body covers your chest and arms.

“Do better next time! Tch.” The old person that did the deed hobbles away with his cane without so much as an apology to you. To YOU.

>Well, that ain't cricket, is it now? Once you're free from the loli, revenge. This. Is. For. You. Smash his nuts with a stick or something! Then take his cane and wack his head in good. Piece of shit. People shouldn't fuck with you.
>Push the girl off then yell to the bastard that you did not get an apology for his bullshit. For such a trespass and continued trespasses, you will sling him in the head with a rock. Then steal his shit. Fuck you.
>... Check on the little kid that got thrown on you. See if she's fine or not. Maybe you can both complain about being nobodies.

>>2023526
>... Check on the little kid that got thrown on you. See if she's fine or not. Maybe you can both complain about being nobodies.

>>2023526
>>Well, that ain't cricket, is it now? Once you're free from the loli, revenge. This. Is. For. You. Smash his nuts with a stick or something! Then take his cane and wack his head in good. Piece of shit. People shouldn't fuck with you.

>>2023526
>Well, that ain't cricket, is it now? Once you're free from the loli, revenge. This. Is. For. You. Smash his nuts with a stick or something! Then take his cane and wack his head in good. Piece of shit. People shouldn't fuck with you.

>>2023526
>Well, that ain't cricket, is it now? Once you're free from the loli, revenge. This. Is. For. You. Smash his nuts with a stick or something! Then take his cane and wack his head in good. Piece of shit. People shouldn't fuck with you.

The world stops being painful post a few seconds while you lie on the damp ground. Then your insides get really, really hot. A little phrase. Some words. You want something more than ever in your life. Never have you felt this. You wiggle and shuffle your way to freedom and getting on your feet. Your eyes are on that cripple that disrespected you.

The kid that got thrown at you coughs and says an apology that you don't care for. You want that from the Fagin, in pain. You find some sturdy stick lying about and creep to the old man. You think back to Mom at one point, how she explained a weakness to boys and men, their little dangly bits between the legs. Apparently very painful that Dad attests to.

Using both hands, you strike the manhood in retribution betwixt his hobble. Your stick breaks, so much for sturdy, but it does what you needed to for the ass stops in his tracks, letting go his cane and reaching for his jewels.

“H------nnnn.” He goes to his knees, gasping with wide eyes, while you take his cane and appear right in front of him. “Y-” A child's most powerful hit to his left temple sends him to the ground and silent. Still breathing.

The cane is a bit, well, far bigger than you can handle, yet you foolishly try spinning it but give up and just carry it and go on your way, satisfied.

As you pass the little girl getting up, your eyes meet. Oh, it's her. “Ah! You!” Well, luck or chance, you and the pickpocket meet again in person. “Oh no! We need to run!” You wonder why, you already have taken care of the old man for the time being, unless he has friends. Oh, that might be the case. You'll fuck them another day.

For now, you run away! The pickpocket does too! It just so happens you both go in the same direction. A good five minutes of running and in your mind declare that you're far enough away and rest inside a dry canal.

That kid, trailing a few feet behind, lastly jumps in, panting heavily than you. “Ha! Ha! F-found, ha, you.” It seems she does remember you from days ago, as you, her. “H-hey! Hah, w-why did you do t-that!?”

Simple answer, you wanted to, but you reply with a question, “Why did he throw you at me?”

Cont.

>>2024057

“Eh? Oh, hah, I was slacking off working. And he has bad eyesight with his left eye. I don't think he saw you.” Excuses, excuses, be it true or not you did not give a single cricket bat as for the reason why.

He slighted YOU and got punished by you in a physical manner. That is all to it. You had enough of this, you're thirsty, “Well, howdy and all that, bye.”

You get ready to climb out when she stammers out, “W-wait! Uh, do you want to see something special?”

“Does the special something have nice drinks?” You ask with no interest in the matter.

“Uh, there's nice tea and scones!” Hmmm... does it change your answer?

>Tea, tea is nice. Food too. Wait, make sure it's free before committing.
>No, you are outta this canal and if you could, this city. Besides, you're going to steal some books.
>... Can you steal things from that place?
>Write-in.

>>2024064
>>... Can you steal things from that place?
>Tea, tea is nice. Food too. Wait, make sure it's free before committing.

>>2024064
>Tea, tea is nice. Food too. Wait, make sure it's free before committing.

>>2024064
>Tea, tea is nice. Food too. Wait, make sure it's free before committing.

>>2024064
>>Tea, tea is nice. Food too. Wait, make sure it's free before committing.

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>>2024064

You let your hands go of the bricks, turning your only head to the girl, “Is it free?” You ask.

The pickpocket tilts her head before nodding rapidly, “Free? Ah, yeah! No money!”

Okay, that's enough for you to take a look. “Lead the way.” For a moment she's astonished by your simple yes, enough so that you have to talk some more to get her moving, “Well? Does your special place exist or not? Daylight's going.”

She stands back up and brushes her body, “Ah! Right!” She then has to look around before confirming that the canal you both are in is the right one and she sprints away to the right path, “Uh, uh, this way!” It's pretty long, dark route but you come out a wall and find a crumbling fortress and even more walls. From there, she leads heads up to an unguarded way and points to a big space, window, thing large enough for her but not for you, unless you go in sideways.

Is all this effort really okay? Free food and drink though. But dealing with her and people are eeehhh. And you have a feeling getting caught here would be really bad. That's when you put two and two together.

You're at one of the castles in London. This one, being the most noticeable one that you use as a landmark in town when you can. Rich people live in castles. Not nice people tend to live in castles.

Hmm, second thoughts?

>The danger senses crying out this is a bad idea are too much. Child YOU refuses to go in. Risk does not out weight the rewards or temptations. Yeah, you feel better in shitty London than here.
>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It only costs some effort. Why do you care Dying? Please. You should be dead so many times but you're alive so disregard the consequences.
>... Free food, free drinks at a rich person's estate. That might also mean some nice trinkets to take. Just gotta lose this girl. Not now, later.

>>2024199
>>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It only costs some effort. Why do you care Dying? Please. You should be dead so many times but you're alive so disregard the consequences.

>>2024199
>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It only costs some effort. Why do you care Dying? Please. You should be dead so many times but you're alive so disregard the consequences.

>>2024199
>>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It only costs some effort. Why do you care Dying? Please. You should be dead so many times but you're alive so disregard the consequences.

>>2024199
>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It only costs some effort. Why do you care Dying? Please. You should be dead so many times but you're alive so disregard the consequences.

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>>2024199

Whatever complaints you may have or thought, you toss them out when you sidestep into the gap. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It's a tight fit and you really wish you were smaller but you're through for now, oh getting out is going to be a pain.

You enter into an overgrown square area with vines on the wall, bushes and grass untended and a crack stone well with no water when you lean over to check it. Okay... this better not be the special place.

You look to the pickpocket for anything at all. You watch her checking the doorway before going in and you trail in her wake. There are some red uniformed men but they're either inside or really far away at a tower or gate. The fact of the matter, you and she are clear to go wherever her way is.

Eventually, she takes to a closed-off garden and tells you to wait in the tree and bush in the corner, in case the gardener shows up or something. You do so reluctantly and soon relax in the nice shade. It's very quiet here. It's so different that, you if you didn't think about it, this place is in steamy, drab, poor London. Strange.

Ten minutes of peace is interrupted by rustles on the grass close by. Still keeping yourself hidden, you watch as two incredible similar sized kids coming to you. Your brain malfunctions for a moment as it switches gears into thinking it's two different persons or twins that look like each other.

“Your Highness, there he is!” The one in blue comes running to you and you recognize her being the pickpocket. Right, clothing change, you can understand that. “Sorry for the wait. Say hi to the Princess!”

You look at the girl wearing the pickpocket's outfit bearing an extreme resemblance that it's mind-blowing. Oh, wait, did she say Princess? When your eyes meet the Princess's, she ducks behind the tree and her friend while staring at you.

>Stick your tongue out at her. She's a royal, therefore better off than you. Not that you care, but you hold it against the rich for forcing your life being shit cause your parents are stupid as hell in taking out loans. Anyway, where's the drink and food.?
>Continue to have a cold war stare with the Princess. It's as weird as it is for kids to have a stare off. First to blink fails!
>BOO! Scare her because why not. She's not introducing herself.
>Flank the Princess using the other side of the tree! Boo! Just make her react so you can ask, “Where's the tea and food? I was promised tea and cakes.”
>”... Okay. Hi.” What's so special about a royal?
>Write-in.

>>2024326
>>Flank the Princess using the other side of the tree! Boo! Just make her react so you can ask, “Where's the tea and food? I was promised tea and cakes.”

>>2024326
>>Continue to have a cold war stare with the Princess. It's as weird as it is for kids to have a stare off. First to blink fails!

>>2024326
>”... Okay. Hi.” What's so special about a royal?

>>2024326
>”... Okay. Hi.” What's so special about a royal?

>>2024326
>”... Okay. Hi.” What's so special about a royal?

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>>2024326
>”... Okay. Hi.” What's so special about a royal?

You look at the nicer dressed girl and state, “... Okay,” Then you look at what is a royal Princess in rags, “Hi.” You even wave to her is a semi-friendly manner.

Your words seem to frighten her until she gets the courage to wave back, “Huh? Oh, hi.”

The pickpocket smiles at you two and clasps the Princess's hand, “See, he's not scary right now. It's okay if he can stay, right?” You're an uninvited guest, figures.

“Oh, hmm. If he doesn't cause trouble.” Of course, you're not that horrible of a visitor. You tell it so and you all head up into the castle interior...

You're slowly taking your time eating a scone or sipping some tea in the bedroom of the Princess as is the small thief, but she is much more... vigorous in her eating ways. Noming her third, no it's fourth now, cake. That aside, you nor the Princess share any words beyond the beginning greeting but at least you both don't stare at each other which is fine by you.

You got your tea and food, no issues on hand, you got what was promised. Hmm, tasty.

“Hey, what should we play together?” The thief asks as if you're included in the topic at hand. “Piano? Oh! We can skip rope now that we have three people here!” Oh, she does mean you.

“Oh, I thought we could read some books together.” The noble does not mean you and you know it, not as an insult though and you understand it so.

“Hey, what do you think? Mr. No-name.”

>Reading is fine.
>Tell her that you'll be leaving after finishing. You only came for tea time, nothing more. Besides, you get that the Princess is indifferent to your presence and vice versa.
>Playing rope, you've rarely ever recall doing that. Or playing for that matter. You know about it and have seen it before. Just... not part of your life.
>Write-in. Dance? Go steal some things? Explore the castle without a care of being caught?

>>2024453
>Tell her that you'll be leaving after finishing. You only came for tea time, nothing more. Besides, you get that the Princess is indifferent to your presence and vice versa.

>>2024453
>>Reading is fine.

>>2024453
>Write-in: "Hmmm i can't read. I mean i know what some words mean but. Never stayed in one place to long to know things beyong essential"

>Playing rope, you've rarely ever recall doing that. Or playing for that matter. You know about it and have seen it before. Just... not part of your life.

>>2024453
>Reading is fine.

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>Reading is fine.

Your answer to her is,“Reading is fine.” And you sip your tea........

The first week of February, three days later...

You have been going through the motions of being the Head of your warehouse, fixing little problems, yelling and doing what needs to be done to ensure a steady income and not have the place burst into flames and failure.

Never once has any of those unique girls visited and you have not got in touch with them in person. You had people inform you if they were in or not, so far word is officially the Fourth Princess is out in Normandy for a visit. Underground word is she's coming back today but you won't act on that.

More news, the gang fighting in London has ceased as the truce is upheld by you and everyone else. Shame, but necessary if the police don't come knocking after Continental's surprise expansions. Sure, bribes help but there's only so much that goes around that will stop the body counts from rising.

Anyways, all is quiet as you keep things in check in your office. The improved docks are coming along quite nicely, would be another day or so except today is raining when you work up. Yaayyy. Well, the men can earn their pay by helping to build the interior improvements.

In addition, you got your life in order. New varied clothes to choose from, the office has some more personal touches, your guns are stored safely and securely unless for emergencies people come popping you. Order and a sense of normalcy.

Except taking any jobs. That has been- “Boss, the line is up.” Conroy has announced what you and much of the Continental wanted to be done. The special telecommunications have finally reached your building.

Cont.

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You about to check it out when you hear a knock on your door. A surprise guest as nobody was scheduled to come in now. Hang on, time, 2:22 PM. You wave Conroy out of the room and return to your chair. “Enter.”

In comes, a female teenager, make that two, and a slim, suited up boy that takes to the side almost immediately. “Hello! Hello! Hello, my friend!” You never had the pleasure of meeting this girl and her tone cause your hairs to go upright. “I'm most sorry for a sudden visit, but I have friends that are friends with you! I hope we can get along.”

She's in the know then. Doesn't make you relax though. “Then what business do you have with me?”

“~Mr. Browning~! I've heard so much about you that I couldn't wait to meet you in person! Ah, but you must want business first? Yes? Well, I, as in some friends, have lost a train! Stolen! Just up and gone killed or wounded my people. What a nasty thing to do.” Sounds serious. “So we would like to hire you to get it back! And if all goes well, we'll let you have free rides on our train lines for a lifetime! Interested?”

You're about to say something when all of a sudden a big folder and coin purse hits your table. “Here's the details.” She opens up to a today's article of a robbery at a train depot. Hm... thirty dead, forty-five wounded, some critical, experimental steam train stolen and is not found at any station. Most kills were done by a blade. “A big reward, a big thanks, and this is just the beginning amount, my friend! If you would wonderfully accept. You'd be helping a friend too.”

If that is full pennies, shillings, and pounds, that would be nice.

>More details before you can decide. Like what train itself, why do you want it back, risk, etc.
>“Sure, why not... Miss Clay.” Ah, if your memory serves, House Clay is a locomotive enterprise throughout Albion.
>No. You don't like that she keeps saying, friend.

>>2024993
>>More details before you can decide. Like what train itself, why do you want it back, risk, etc.

Also Money. Always ask for Money first, Since this is an experimental prototype we can scalp them for all their worth

>>2024993
>More details before you can decide. Like what train itself, why do you want it back, risk, etc.
What >>2025034
said. Fleece her.

>>2025034
This.

>>2024993
Supporting: >>2025034

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>More details before you can decide. Like what train itself, why do you want it back, risk, etc.

“What's the full amount of pay?”

With a sinister smirk, she opens up the pouch and reveals three more purses, opening one for each statement she makes, “Two pounds. Fifteen shillings. Two hundred pence in different amounts. Now and after. Plus the bonus of being free to take any of our trains so long as you're a friend, friend.”

Can't really complain, but... “A train was stolen?”

“Engine, cabin, the whole works. Father and many of the managers were very upset. So I came to you! The best there is, right?” You would never say best, you are just good.

“Experimental?”

“New technology has to be tested and made. While I'm not very educated in its construction, I do know how important it is to the company. And whoever stole it MUST pay. Don't you agree?”

Absolutely. “I do. So you're just paying this much for a missing, important train, that was for all I know stolen by a more powerful group capable of losing the cops and messing your guards up?”

She seductively leans closer, lacking in the front armor department so null effect to you, “We think they had a spy in our group and got away. Some people in the dead mark are actually missing but we did not report that out.”

Risky work deserves risky pay, “If I find it intact, do I get a bonus?”

She pauses and goes over to peek past the curtains in the warehouse, “I can... find a way.”

The girl in the back then lashes out loud, “Sis! Can we hurry this up? This negotiation is taking too long! Can't we do it ourselves?”

“Sara, please wait a little longer.” She comes back to you, “Could you please help us? We'd be very, very pleased if that would be so. If need be, we can provide some assistance if you give us a chance. Mr. M-E-N-T-A-T.” She whispers that last part to your ear. “Or, are you not really as good as they say you are? Are they mistaken?”

>You can do without the flattery. Add a pound and do whatever you can pay for the bonus. Then, you're in.
>No. Unless it's a flat five pounds now and on completion. You're not going to fuck around, you will need to use your Cavorite poisoning, and that is unpleasant.
>Write-in.

>>2025179
>No. Unless it's a flat five pounds now and on completion. You're not going to fuck around, you will need to use your Cavorite poisoning, and that is unpleasant.

captcha: PARKING Company
I think it's trying to tell me something.

>>2025179
>>No. Unless it's a flat five pounds now and on completion. You're not going to fuck around, you will need to use your Cavorite poisoning, and that is unpleasant.

I don't even know if we'll need the Cavorite I'd just like more money

>>2025179
>You can do without the flattery. Add a pound and do whatever you can pay for the bonus. Then, you're in.

>>2025179
>>No. Unless it's a flat five pounds now and on completion. You're not going to fuck around, you will need to use your Cavorite poisoning, and that is unpleasant.

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You lean back and light your pipe, “Five pounds flat, now and at the satisfactory conclusion. My offer of this dangerous assignment. Final offer.” Your words cause the Miss to back away with both intrigue and concern.

“A hard line. I see. Well, ah.” She rummages through her pockets in a hurry, finding not what she wanted apparently. “Could... you take what we have now and we'll then pay-”

“No. Has to be now or you can leave and come back later.” Always. Be. Paid. The right contract, the right pay. No excuses. “I will not accept any alternatives. That is our policy.”

Calmly, she steps back to the door, “A hard bargain. Then, I'll be bac-”

A swift motion from your left by the other girl and she's so close and fast. She swipes at your left eye with an astonishing speed. Still, you're quicky and able to dodge out of the way but aren't fast enough to grab a weapon as she keeps coming at you with a deranged smile growing at each swipe.

You get a glimpse of the horror on the faces of the Miss and the boy, you get the feeling that this is not what was suppose to have happened when they came in.

>In doubt, fire escape! To the roof!
>FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. As you though, with one arm. Fuck.
>Just keep dodging! FASTER! BETTER! FUCK! “Do something you two!”
>Tackle her, damn if you get hit, just stop her.
> Ha ha. You lied. Left arm still works.

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>> Ha ha. You lied. Left arm still works.
>FIGHT

>>2025376
>>FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. As you though, with one arm. Fuck.
>FUCKING FIGHT!

>>2025376
> Ha ha. You lied. Left arm still works.
SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS!

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Oh shit

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>>2025376

That's it, you had it. Well, not enough actually. The next punch the lady throws at your head, one that you dodge fast enough, you counter using a full force body slam with your left side at her body.

That said, it was minimal in damage and she recovers very rapidly that she's able to grab your left sling. Big mistake though. You not injured at all left arm counter grabs her arm and tow her to you. In reaction, she tries stomping your right foot that you pass just by moving closer to her between her legs.

She follows with a punch that you grip before she's able to let it fly. Then you finally drag her in and headbutt her to stun her. “Had enough!?”

She wobbles in your hands then she settles for lying on your chest, eyes closed, giggling like a maniac. “Heehhahhaahha hehahehhaha.” It unnerves you that you're really close to some girl that attacked you all of a sudden is now giggling like a school girl getting a box of chocolates. “Hee hee! No, but I think it will do. Sister! We found someone good!” She snuggles in close, too much for any of you, YOU, or Your liking to be frank.

Still, with your hands intertwine to hers, she lets you feel her body as a byproduct of her trying to take out a purse. You try to let go but she, in turn, holds your hands as she uses her mouth to open her purse to take out and open a wallet. Slowly, she mouths a rare five-pound coin and deposits that to your mouth. Then she lets go of you and skips away to the exit. “I paid up Sis! Let's go!” She then index points your left eye. “I'll have that contact one day.” And she leaves.

“Ahhh, I'm so sorry about that Mr. Browning! Excuse us! Ahh, Sara!” Both the Miss and the boy run after Sara and you're by your lonesome.

At the least you take the coin out of your mouth and sit back in your chair, finding that Miss Clay had left her money here.

>You're not touching that. Hide it and get to work on the missing train case. What else is in that folder?
>You'll note the money and take it, accounting it to the final amount. Now, what do you have here?
>Money, money, money. You'll take it as payment for the craziness you've just been through. Now onto finding that train. Spice time.

Last post voters, good night.

>>2025723
>>Money, money, money. You'll take it as payment for the craziness you've just been through. Now onto finding that train. Spice time.

>>2025723
>>Money, money, money. You'll take it as payment for the craziness you've just been through. Now onto finding that train. Spice time.
>>2025587
You're a god and I hope the best in your life.

>>2025723
>>Money, money, money. You'll take it as payment for the craziness you've just been through. Now onto finding that train. Spice time.

>>2025723
>Money, money, money. You'll take it as payment for the craziness you've just been through. Now onto finding that train. Spice time.

If the sister with less crazy is as smart as she looks she didn't forget the money. Besides unprofessinal behavior must be punished and rich people feel it harder when the target is their wallets.

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>>Money, money, money. You'll take it as payment for the craziness you've just been through. Now onto finding that train. Spice time.
>You try to let go but she, in turn, holds your hands
LEWD. TOO LEWD.

STAY STRONG! Do not lose sight of the end game, which is a Charlotte/Ange threesome.

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Time for Spice!

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You snatch the bags and put it away, it's yours now. Afterwards, you can hear some strong steps coming up and Butler comes bursting in with a somewhat frantic expression, easing the moment he sees you fine and dandy. “Oh, oh, Mentat. I... saw some old children that I use to tend to. They are-”

You get the gist of it, to more important matters, “Butler.”

“Yes?”

“Get me some Spice. I have a job to do.”

...

Speak. PROTOTYPE STEAM ENGINE. A HUNDRED MEN AND HORSES STRONG. VANISHED BY BRIBES.

Where is it? THERE. THERE. NOT HERE. ON THE RAILS/TRACKS/PREDICTABLE.

FIGHTERS. ONE STRONG. NUMEROUS. BUT NOTHING.

COINCIDENCE?

What is? TRAIN ATTACK.
AGAINST.
ANOTHER TRAIN.
KILL.
DEATH.

YOU KNOW WHO IS ON BOARD. THE OTHER TRAIN.

You all can shut up now.

…

You need to go southeast. Strange, never has your mind been clearer after Cavorite and Spice mix during a time as you. “Butler,” You say while getting your things, “I'm heading out.”

“Then have a nice trip. I'll hold the fort until you return.” The good man takes the cup and vial away.

“We'll need to increase spice production soon. We're getting low.”

“Right away.”

You open your gun cabinet and muse on what to bring. You doubt you're going with a light load using what pockets your best coat can carry, mainly pocket pistols or revolvers. Medium or heavy will need you to carry a duffle bag into public, assuming you're carrying anything rifle sized.

Scarring the people in public is tasteless and not very useful in finding your target.

>Light Load: Guns. Lots of guns. Pistols, revolvers, some ammo, hidden on your person and coat. Maybe a short-barrel-shotgun....
>>-Maybe a few throwing knives.
>Medium-Heavy Load: With a carrying bag, you can have a rifle-sized weapon or two. Having one weapon will have more ammo than carrying two different caliber weapons. To be chosen later.
>”Walther, do we have some current issue Army garbs?” Great idea to be had, go disguised as an Army man so you can freely carry the standard issue armament of an SMLE and what you want in your carrying case.

>>2026284
>Medium-Heavy Load: With a carrying bag, you can have a rifle-sized weapon or two. Having one weapon will have more ammo than carrying two different caliber weapons. To be chosen later.

>>2026284
>>Medium-Heavy Load: With a carrying bag, you can have a rifle-sized weapon or two. Having one weapon will have more ammo than carrying two different caliber weapons. To be chosen later.

>>2026284
>Medium-Heavy Load: With a carrying bag, you can have a rifle-sized weapon or two. Having one weapon will have more ammo than carrying two different caliber weapons. To be chosen later.

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>Medium-Heavy Load: With a carrying bag, you can have a rifle-sized weapon or two. Having one weapon will have more ammo than carrying two different caliber weapons. To be chosen later.

You pull out your largest gun bag, the big, tough, reliable one. It has served you well. Now you call on it again. “Butler, anything new in our gun inventory? Any item that sticks out?” You ask should there be anything in the gun making world you didn't hear.

The Gentleman goes over to your gun stash, reviews it, and thinks long and hard, “I believe I should ask, what are you planning?”

“To go loud in all ranges.” Always ready.

“I may have an idea of what may interest you. Let's go downstairs...”

Picking up a new rifle you've never seen before, Butler begins explaining, “Should you reconsider using your expensive automatic rifle, I would endorse this not so handy but very accurate Canadian, Ross Rifle. In the plentiful .303 calibre, smooth straight-pull bolt and comes with its own 5.2 powered scope. But I've heard that it has problems to be addressed, but I'm guessing you're not going to war with it. If not this, a normal rifle should do you just fine.”

Laying that down, he then goes to pick up a shotgun that shows no visible ejection port, "This Model 10 twelve-gauge shotgun can be used to up close. And because I know you like more power in your guns, I have the liberty of acquiring some larger shells ready. Loads from the bottom,” A shell goes in, one rack to get the shell into the chamber, another rack sends the shell ejecting at the bottom. Ohh, cool. “Ejects from the bottom. Claims to be more reliable due to its only port for getting much inside.”

Onto the next item of value, a pistol. “From the Deutschland, a pistole parabellum, in 7.65mm by 21mm or .30 Luger. This model happens to be the artillery model prototype, longer barrel, adjustable sights and can attach its own holster stock. And one of the merchants managed to recreate what's call a snail mag.” He takes out a round magazine to view, “Capacity of thirty-two rounds. Anything that perks your interest?”

Current fielded weapons * and Inventory. Company money: $3$ On hand cash: $8$

*Browning-Automatic-Rifle, R80. Expensive due to the need to import ammo, which you're currently low on. Enough that if you use ammo, costs $1$ to field.
*M1900 Pocket Pistol. .32 ACP.
*Bayonet/Knife.
SMLE rifle. Standard issue rifle to both the Kingdom and Commonwealth of Albion. Ten round box of .303, bolt-action, inaccurate at long ranges.
12 Gauge sawn-off shotgun. When you need something portable and in 12 gauge.
Broomhandle Mauser C96.
Revolver pile. You'll pick something out of that.
Hellsing, pneumatic arrow thrower of death. Limited range, deadly, BIG arrows. Revolver cylinder carrying 6 arrows.

>You're good with what you have except for .30-06, you need more.
>Add something from your pile.
>Buy something. Ross Rifle $2$. Shotgun $2$. Luger $1$

>>2026400
>>You're good with what you have except for .30-06, you need more.

>>2026400
>You're good with what you have except for .30-06, you need more.

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>You're good with what you have except for .30-06, you need more.

While all are interesting, you'll stick with the tried and true. Besides, how can you complain about lugging this heavy thing by its lonesome? What are you, a pansy? You look elsewhere to where the ammo is normally stored, “Give me some thirty-aught-six.

...

5:42 PM

You're on a bumpy train ride heading south. It's bumpy due to your choice of being in the cargo hold because you're a stowaway because you notice that guards were very keen on not letting suspicious people get on the trains today, and people with large bags counted as that by the example of some hobo accidentally crossing the guards' way. Learning from others mistakes, very useful.

While not riveting of a time, you at least brought snacks and water should the journey to find a missing train take awhile. Life, the longest waiting game. One station, two station, three station, four, hey what the heck?

The train took a right! Shit, why!? No time to think! Time to jump! You bail to the grassiest area and roll to live, tumbling and hanging onto your personals until you land in a bush. Thankfully, the train slowed down during the curse and speeds back up.

That is not the way to Dover. Well damn, you need to think. Though the voices didn't say, you get the impression of heading Dover is the right way. But is it really? Direction, maybe.

>Follow the tracks on foot. Keep on walking east. See what you can see, rest when it's too dark.
>Damn walking, YOU'RE FLYING. Ah, makes your blood boil, the train said it was heading to Dover, unless it was heading via another path.
>You're in the middle of nowhere. Probably no cars. Probably more trains. Find a train heading along your path intended.
>SPICE up your life with Milange, or Melange. Do drugs in private, okay?
>Write-in.

>>2026590
>Damn walking, YOU'RE FLYING. Ah, makes your blood boil, the train said it was heading to Dover, unless it was heading via another path.

>>2026590
>>Damn walking, YOU'RE FLYING. Ah, makes your blood boil, the train said it was heading to Dover, unless it was heading via another path.

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AAAGGGHHH, to hell with this. YOU ARE GOING AIRBORNE. You lift into the cold evening sky, one hundred feet becomes five hundred and you glide on westward over the tracks. Fortunately, you had kept a tiny telescope on you, combine with this bird's eye view, you see a whole lotta nothing!

No trains at all. Pretty landscapes though, even in the low lighting. Clean air. Cold too. Where the heck are the people?

Bizarre, given the amount of normal traffic in this part of the Kingdom. Does it have to do with the guards at the station? Hmm, fuck thinking about it. You'll find out at the next station.

Temporarily, you hide your things and go into a small town train station, it too being guarded by a police patrol. They don't bother you when you pass on through, in doing so you're able to discover at the main bulletin that all travel rails to and from London and Dover have been redirected due to the need of the Royal Administration to welcome some foreign dignitaries. It starts tonight but most train companies are complying earlier.

That explains your earlier redirection. Hmm, what else? Only one train very early in the morning will be passing through from Dover to another town. Sucks to be anyone that needs to go to Dover. Ah, sucks.

You head out, reclaim your things and camp out in a secluded area. You may as well rest up than go searching in the dark. Make an outdoor shelter with nature's love, makes you feel like camping. Too bad all your old attempts at camping have been shit. Eat, toilet, sleep.

….

“The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.” That's what little you read from the title of the book that the Princess shoved into your arms. The pickpocket takes your right side and her Highness takes your left as you all sit together on her bed.

You skip the introductions and chapters and get to the meat of it. “Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon for many miles.”

“They didn't have trains?” The Royal asks you.

And you have no idea what to really say, “I don't think in this story has what we have now.”

“Oh.”

Cont.

>>2027050

You continue, “There was four walls, a floor, and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cooking stove, a cupboard for dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds.”

Once more, her Highness interrupts you, “Hey, do you know what rusty is?”

Miss thief then answers that question, “Oh, it that brown stuff on the pipes. You never want to touch that, kids and adults told me that!”

“It's found on things called metal.” You add and continue reading, “Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar, except a small hole, dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path.”

“What's a cyclone?”
“What's a whirlwind?”

This is how it's going to be, huh?

…

“I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place you call Kansas.” You read while lying down in the bed.

“Zzzzz.”
“Zzzzz.”

While you had to stay awake to read, looks like the two twins fell asleep. So much for storytelling.

>Leave and regroup with your family. No point in staying here.
>Nap time is a good time. And this bed is really comfy. And the two are warm too. Zzzzzz.
>Sometimes, you can't fight the thief inside you. Find something light and worth stealing inside the castle.

>>2027054
>>Nap time is a good time. And this bed is really comfy. And the two are warm too. Zzzzzz.
Cute

>>2027054
>>Nap time is a good time. And this bed is really comfy. And the two are warm too. Zzzzzz.

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>Nap time is a good time. And this bed is really comfy. And the two are warm too. Zzzzzz.

Hnnng. My heart!

>>2027054
>>Nap time is a good time. And this bed is really comfy. And the two are warm too. Zzzzzz.

>>2027054
>Nap time is a good time. And this bed is really comfy. And the two are warm too. Zzzzzz.

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>Nap time is a good time. And this bed is really comfy. And the two are warm too. Zzzzzz.

You sit up and find a bookmark at the desk and put it where you stopped at. Taking off your coat, you lie back on the bed, too tired from the reading to go do things. Worry, alert, none of that now. Before you go back in your spot, you get hold of a fluffy pillow big enough that all three heads can fit and rest her Highness, the pickpocket, then yours on it.

Never have you been on such a soft and firm bed. Or with two warm bodies. Hm. Put coat overall. Zzzzzz.

….

Your resting time is interrupted by a loud, close screech, “Aaaahhhh!” First, you cover your ear, then open your eyes to see the barely bright Princess sitting up and covering her mouth, with a surprised look on her face.

A muffled, concerned voice comes from the door, “Princess? Is everything alright?”

In a panic, she takes some deep breathes and get out some words, “Uh, yes! I just woke up! After my nap. I'm getting ready to go to class! Don't come in!” You sense DANGER. As fast as your little body can, you grab the waking thief, cover her mouth and dive under the bed, thankfully having a high enough so you can fit and the sheets cover your spot from outside eyes.

“But you don't have class.” You hear the door open and shush the thief.

“I-I don't? Oh, I must be dreaming that I was late.”

“Oh, Princess. Oh, but you should get up soon, you have to go see your mother and father.”

“Yes...”

“Hurry. They'll be coming back about an hour.”

“Okay...” The door closes.

Five seconds later, you then pop your head and the pickpocket's out for a breather. You turn your head to the Princess, then look away, saying, “Nice going being suspicious.”

“Ah! Sorry. Seeing you two when I woke up scared me.” Are you that scary? That'd be cool if that was true.

“Ha! We almost got caught. Good job, no-name, we're safe.” Miss thief compliments you once she's out and free. “Wah! It's nighttime!” True, the sun is setting and must be part of the reason why your very obvious coat and cane wasn't caught by the adult that came in. “Uhh, but I can't go home.”

You should leave before you get too much more heat by staying here. “And I should leave. Thanks for having me over. Goodbye.”

“Hey, mm, let's meet again tomorrow! You know how to get in.” The pickpocket says.

>... Only if tea and food are provided. You want sandwiches next time.
>No apple pie is to be found by staying here. You can feel it. You need to look out for yourself and staying here is not doing that.
>No time to answer, you just gotta go. No commitment, only freedom!
–

A loud whistle from the real world calls to you.
>It's YOU time. Time for action!
>As a Gentleman, you will be refined and calmly choose your course of action.

>>2027253
>>No apple pie is to be found by staying here. You can feel it. You need to look out for yourself and staying here is not doing that.
>>It's YOU time. Time for action!

>>2027253
>>No time to answer, you just gotta go. No commitment, only freedom!
>>It's YOU time. Time for action!

>>2027253
>No apple pie is to be found by staying here. You can feel it. You need to look out for yourself and staying here is not doing that.

Besides i'm pretty sure our parents will screw this up for us in some way.

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>As a Gentleman, you will be refined and calmly choose your course of action.

Don't wabt to go crazy and end up god knows were.

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>No apple pie is to be found by staying here. You can feel it. You need to look out for yourself and staying here is not doing that.
>It's YOU time. Time for action!

The little mind's self-preservation shouts that staying in a bad place is bad. You agree. This time was this, next time might not be so good. You shake your head and change a little of what you said last time to not embarrass future you, “Tomorrow I'll be busy. I need to go. Bye. Bye.”

–

YOUR astute hearing picks up a remote train whistle, out of sight to the east. Morning has come, a late morning if your watch is correct which it is. 10:00 Am, on the click. You kick some dirt in your campfire and dismember your camp before heading on foot to get a view of the east. A few far away buildings, mostly farms, sheep, cows, it's rural country out here.

Now, back to finding that train. Going into the air is... less than stealthy at the moment. Mostly because migrating birds are in the air. They're asshole ones too. You wish to not recall your air-to-air combat with those things.

Hiking it is! Ah, doing MANLY things. Doing some climbing, jogging, up some hills, scoping the land, found the tracks, nice time in the sun. And with only one eye for the extra challenge! Hi, Sheep! Hi, Cow! Airship in the sky making trails.

The choo-choo sounds come closer but are still very far away from where you are. And still, no darn stolen train! Are you going in the right direction? YES. Well, that answers that.

Some two hours of walking near the rails and not being caught, your eyes finally see a train coming your way, bearing an ornate symbol pertaining to the Royals of the Kingdom. Yeah, you get it voices, good job. Fourth Princess, uh-huh.

Now the question is, hop on or do not hop on?

>Hop on, quietly.
>Hop on and say hello to everyone. You'll be intruding because you sense danger here. Big danger. The right kind.
>Nooo. You'll hop on that other train way, way, way, behind and on the opposite track. It's going pretty fast, faster than the royal locomotive. Bingo.

>>2027391
>>Hop on and say hello to everyone. You'll be intruding because you sense danger here. Big danger. The right kind.
I feel like it's in OUR nature to make a rather eye-catching entrance.

>>2027391
>>Hop on and say hello to everyone. You'll be intruding because you sense danger here. Big danger. The right kind.

>>2027391
>Hop on and say hello to everyone. You'll be intruding because you sense danger here. Big danger. The right kind.

The answer is hop, therefore, you hop! Bunny rabbit hop! Whee! You're in the air and then fall to the coal tender nearest to the passenger cars. One more hop and you land on the platform. Mission complete!

With self-congratulations aside, you open the door and walk inside. You're in a first-class carriage, with lots of Japanese people in western or you assume their native clothing, the Princess, Beatrice, three Indian looking people, and a German? Austrian? French? Well, a young man is there. None of them are showing any surprise.

Then what you're waiting for comes, “You! How did you get here?” Beatrice's yell which causes everyone to look up right as you shut the door.

“Through the door. Hello, people.” You wave at everyone, noting Ange, Dorothy, and Chise aren't here.

“An intruder!?” Some of the men go for what weapon they have, be it sword or pistol, but Charlotte calms them down.

“It's okay. He's not an enemy. He's... a mercenary. One under my employ.” Dropping her teacup to a table, she's collected and composed when she gazes up at you from her seat, “But what a surprise, I didn't ask for you to come. What brings you here?”

“Finding a missing train.” You take off your bag and put it against the wall and also lean your side on it. “My thinking tells me it'll be found if I am somewhere here! So I dropped in to say hi.”

That young man whispers to the Princess in German, “Uh, cousin, is this guy not some insane person?” Too bad, you understand him, Haha!

“He's a... good mercenary, don't worry. Only be afraid if he's your enemy.” She politely says about you in the same language. “Please, everyone be at ease. If there's trouble, we're much safer with him around.”

“If you say so, Princess.” You believe the Japanese delegate says and looks right up to you. “Salutations to you, Sir.”

“Greetings, again.”

>You need to get back at the German. Crouch down to his face and speak in German, “I was trained to kill people. I am very good at it.” Then get along with everybody by being happy and social, you are in a good mood today.
>”Well, my senses do declare that a state of emergency is coming. Please, everyone, get away from this side, (your left) and go over here. Thank you.”
>> And set up a machine gun post when your target finally comes.
>> Even though you could just walk out the door to fly to the other train, you're going pistol shoot a window, break it, and fly out with your knife in your mouth.
>> Be sane... er and leave out your door that's right behind you and then jump to the opposing locomotive.
>Go find Ange, Dorothy, and Chise. See what's new since the last time you met.
>Normal social!? What's that? Write-in.

>>2027680
>Take the nearest full bottle of alcohol and begin drinking it.
>Go find Ange, Dorothy, and Chise. See what's new since the last time you met.
We may need Ange to assist us with this stolen train debacle. Or at the very least we should drunkenly shout at her and the others right before we jump onto the target train.

>>2027680
>Take the nearest full bottle of alcohol and begin drinking it.
>Go find Ange, Dorothy, and Chise. See what's new since the last time you met.

>>2027680
>Go find Ange, Dorothy, and Chise. See what's new since the last time you met.
>Normal social!? What's that? Write-in.
Bid everyone good day and to not mind the noise of gunshots!

>>2027680
>Take the nearest full bottle of alcohol and begin drinking it.
>Go find Ange, Dorothy, and Chise. See what's new since the last time you met.

>>2027680
>>Take the nearest full bottle of alcohol and begin drinking it.
>>”Well, my senses do declare that a state of emergency is coming. Please, everyone, get away from this side, (your left) and go over here. Thank you.”

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>>2027680
>>Take the nearest full bottle of alcohol and begin drinking it.
>>”Well, my senses do declare that a state of emergency is coming. Please, everyone, get away from this side, (your left) and go over here. Thank you.”
>>> And set up a machine gun post when your target finally comes.

At least Browning wasn't dressed as a woman, OR WAS HE???

>>2028013
Browning is to manly for that.

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>>2027680
>Take the nearest full bottle of alcohol and begin drinking it.
>Go find Ange, Dorothy, and Chise. See what's new since the last time you met.

“I hope that everyone is doing well.” You say as you eye the liquor cabinet, then proceed to open it utilizing your legs and pick out the nearest bottle, again, legs. Scotch! You have to use the walls to lift your body and do your little acrobatic trick. But wait, your finale! Getting a swing rhythm in your legs, you toss the bottle up not high enough to hit the ceiling and not low enough that you don't have time to grab it with your hands. Scotch acquired!

Some of the guests voice an interest of your fine motor-skills as you spin open the whiskey and down half of its contents into your stomach. “AAAHHHH! Soooo, Princessss! Where's your other friends?”

“They're walking through the other cabins.” Must be on patrol.

“Hm.” You nod at the info, then wave at all the peoples farewell, “Okay! Bye, everyone!” You swig and head on down to the other cabins.

“Ah, you could wait here for them.” Her Highness states and you shake no to it.

You're feeling many needs, of which being active in some way is the priority, for reasons, “Nope! I gotta keep moving, after all my hiking today! Until the next time we meet.” You tip your hat and away you go.

The people in the cabins you go through give you questioning stares, the Japanese, Germans, Albionist, soldiers, all of them. But no one acts aside from maybe jealousy cause you got some scotch and they don't. Ah ah ah, no drunk time for you men. No Princess friends, onward!

You open the door to the third cabin outside section when you see Dorothy holding up a uniformed man at gunpoint with a ridiculous foregrip revolver. “Browning!?” You break Dorothy's concentration but also the man on the ground.

Your eyes go down and...

>KNIFE! INCOMING KNIFE! DODGE!
>”What the shit is going on here?” Swig.
>Oh, a bomb. You mean, oh a bomb! On his feet.
>Your carrying gun bag weighs a lot. Meaning if you throw it really hard at the other guy, you will have impunity to deal with him lethally and non-lethally.

Just one update for now, got work

>>2028947
>>”What the shit is going on here?” Swig.
Oh, wait is that a-
>KNIFE! INCOMING KNIFE! DODGE!

>>2028947
>KNIFE! INCOMING KNIFE! DODGE!

>>2028947
>>”What the shit is going on here?” Swig.
>>Oh, a bomb. You mean, oh a bomb! On his feet.

>>2028947

>KNIFE! INCOMING KNIFE! DODGE!
>”What the shit is going on here?” Swig.

>>2028947
>>KNIFE! INCOMING KNIFE! DODGE!
>>”What the shit is going on here?” Swig.
>> "I'm not giving you any of my scotch!"

>>2028947
>”What the shit is going on here?” Swig.
>KNIFE! INCOMING KNIFE! DODGE!

“What the shit is going on here?” You say and take a swig right when your eyes notice a knife coming out of a foot. “PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.” Translation, KNIFE. You spew your mouth contents at the man's face as he gets up for a stab or swing and you recoil backward as the blade comes to you.

Dorothy grimaces because you're in her line of fire and therefore can't do jack at the moment. Good job you, and also you may have spit scotch at her, sorry.

That said, your surprise scotch to the face has shut the man's eye so his swing is less accurate... no, it was very accurate. His large swiping motion got your bottle of scotch right at the bottom, not strong of a wipe to cleanly cut the glass but so that it begins leaking the five-year-old liquid.

Your devastation cannot be disclosed by words. And a thousand distraught faces from the void do the same.

YOU then death grip his neck, added a thousand forces of FUCKING GIVING A SHIT push him up off his feet. Your choice words are, “You wanker. The scotch was neutral. I'm coming for you.”

...

At the Princess's cabin...

“Your... friend spoke of a missing train?” The Imperial Japanese official, Lord Horikawa, interprets to her Highness regarding what the mercenary spoke of. “Could it be related to... Junbei?”

Charlotte takes a look at the window then back to the old emissary, “Coincidences tend to happen when he's around.”

“Took much though,” Beatrice whispers and pours some wine in a guard's glass.

“Capable man? Even with his missing eye?” The Indian ambassador tries to not sound rude when he inquires about the eyepatch.

The Princess wonders how she could phrase what she know before opting to not talk about it, “Hm, I think he should answer that.” A faint bump at the rear door garners attention. Then it slams open and a heavily ruffled and bruised soldier bumbles his way in, but then trips over his own feet and falls to the floor.

“What the-!?” The Nippon guards stand and stand at the ready to defend their lord.

Then suddenly a bottle comes flying in and smashes the back of the head of the guard on the floor, finally bringing your prey down. “Tough bastard.” You state when you walk into the cabin with Dorothy beside you.

“Anymore and you'll kill him. So please stop.” You put your hands up, grab an unopened wine bottle, use the scotch dripping knife to open it and ya drink while Dorothy searches his body.

“What's happening?” One of the guardians ask.

“Well, we're about to find out.” You cheaply counter and swig.

“His legs! They have bombs attached to them!” Oh, cool. You prefer artillery yourself.

Cont.

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“Splendid! We stopped a bomber man! Cheers!” Your endorsement is met with lukewarm responses.

“Was he the only one?”
“Why is he a soldier?”
“Is the Lord really safe?”
“This is bad.”

“Dorothy, is there something useful on him?” The Princess asks once she wades past the men and sees the unconscious soldier herself.

Dorothy finishes her frisk, then shakes her head, “Sadly, no. He's not armed either.” Shame.

Oh, about those bombs, “Did you diffuse the bombs at least?”

She holds up two shoes with metal components stick out from the opening, “Already done. Why?”

“I'll carry them.” She gives you a skeptical look that's insulting. “Hey, you don't want that in the hands of some untrained moron and doesn't know to not to keep the pin and throw the shoe.”

“Fine. Here.” You got two shoe bombs! They look like shoes, but are heavier, who would have thought? Looks like the immediate fuse has been tampered with and the timed one has adjusted. If need be, you can make them operational again. “What about him?”

That question is addressed to her Highness and one that doesn't know the answer to, “Uh, it would be best if we tied him up, right? Mercenary, what do you think?”

Oh, she does not want to know what you would do, so you shake your head. Fact is, you're really here for a train. That incoming one actually. Wait, shit. “CONTACT RIGHT!” You alert everyone here of the more concerning train with loads of cargo holds opening up. Now...

>HA HA. Eyepatch off. Time to fly over there!
>Si vis pacem, para bellum. Now check out your machine-rifle!
>Don't fire your weapon here, do it from outside, like the roof. Height advantage!
>Hey, you have two bombs. Hey, you could, well, fly to that train and bomb the section linking the tender to the first cargo hold. Then you can just take the train and leave!
>Write-in.

>>2032178
>HA HA. Eyepatch off. Time to fly over there!

>>2032178
>>HA HA. Eyepatch off. Time to fly over there!

>>2032178
>I must take my leave ladies.
>HA HA. Eyepatch off. Time to fly over there!

>>2032178
>HA HA. Eyepatch off. Time to fly over there!

>>2032178
>I must take my leave ladies.
>HA HA. Eyepatch off. Time to fly over there!

You brandish your main weapon and arrange yourself appropriately for the job ahead. That means finishing your drink and tossing off your eyepatch to her Highness and having a grotesque smile on your face. “I take my leave ladies and gentlemen! HA HA HA!” You yell equal to your thrill of combat while you rush out the cabin and squat on the rails.

“Oi! Hang on!”

“Browning! About your- Unable to hear the Dorothy, Charlotte or men speaking, you jettison away from the royal locomotive and onto the clear train engine, you're supposed to recover. Too bad your left-hand lands first on the hot water tank, ouch. You solve that with a stylish let go and spin in the air, then landing where the train conductor is.

There, two people in strange Japanese looking garb and armor are surprised by you, but mostly because B.A.R. Is pointed at them. You're a little careful with your hip aimed headshots as to not damage any of the controls or valves. It's a good thing there aren't any side doors! Haha, bodies didn't fall off though.

To your immediate right is the coal and water tender with no people there, not an issue. Further down is where the action is. You watch two harpoons or the like strike into the walls of first and second passenger compartments. Then a cannon blast followed by rifle and a machine-gun come after, the small tracer rounds appear from the caboose of your train.

“INTERESTING.” You do some smacking of some levers to reduce speed before you leap onto the roof. There you spy with your eyes some more Japanese men on two cannons plus some foreigners, mercenaries most likely, rifles on hand.

You're about to take aim when you spot a blonde boy's head pop up from a nearby hatch. You see him, he sees you. He blinks, he speaks in German, “Mentat?”

You don't recognize the lad. “Yeah. Who are you?”

“Richard Foch! German Continental! My dad knew you! I'm on a job! You?” Oh, your people are here.

“Same!” You answer. “Here for the stolen train! The hell you doing?”

“Assassination job!” That... oh dear. “Some ambassador!” That's mercenary life for you.

>“You're on the wrong side!” Empty your magazine at the enemy as a point. “You may want to reconsider being on MY side!”
>To each his own. “Then you better do a good job of it!” Decouple your train form the other cabins. You are only here for the train. “This train is mine, so you better get off.”
>No words are needed. Except for, “Sorry to hear that!” Clear the tender section.
>Write-in.

>>2032636
>To each his own. “Then you better do a good job of it!” Decouple your train form the other cabins. You are only here for the train. “This train is mine, so you better get off.”

>>2032636
>"You know, Herr Foch, Mentat Industries is currently hiring. How about you ditch whichever losers hired you and come work for me? I could use some assistance with this train business."

Any more voters that want to vote?

>>2033289
I'm not sure how many players you could have so late on Wednesday.

>>2033289
You could always try announcing in the general that you're running.

nah, it's fine. Did 13-ish hours of work so not really feeling all that great. The vote is still up till tomorrow.

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>>2033442
I know that feel. Used to work maintenance at a factory and they'd regularly have us working six 12-hour days in a row. Take care of yourself, QM.

>>2032636
>>"You know, Herr Foch, Mentat Industries is currently hiring. How about you ditch whichever losers hired you and come work for me? I could use some assistance with this train business."
Networking! The first steps toward making Outer Heaven Mentat Enterprises a success!

>>2032636
>>“You're on the wrong side!” Empty your magazine at the enemy as a point. “You may want to reconsider being on MY side!”

>>2032636
>To each his own. “Then you better do a good job of it!” Decouple your train form the other cabins. You are only here for the train. “This train is mine, so you better get off.”

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1. Your job is yours. His/theirs are theirs.
2. Hey, wanna be on the winning team?

>>2032636
>To each his own. “Then you better do a good job of it!” Decouple your train form the other cabins. You are only here for the train. “This train is mine, so you better get off.”

You motion that you're going down as being up top with the wind is no proper conversational place, then jump down from the roof and go inside the car to find two other guys trying to go up the ladder and Foch coming down. He pesters them to stay where they are and speaks about you right when you come up to them.

“Good morning people!” You greet in German since you presume that Foch's other friends at least know that language.

“Gaf!”
“Fucking bells!”

Seems so, “Listen, I'm here for the train. You all can go do your job of whatever it is and do it. But it will not be on this train.” You pass the lads and go uncouple the section holding the tender to the rest of the fighting people. “This train is mine so you better get off while you can.”

Foch scratches his head and takes a step back, “Ahm, uh, you see...”

“How come we're not killing each other?” One of them asks to no one particular.

“Continental.” You point out and then everyone nods understandingly.

“Oooh, so are those people, on this train I mean, your enemies?” The other man asks.

You look at your B.A.R. “Most likely.”

“Also, he's THE Mentat. You know, from the stories.”
“I think I'm going to take a nap.”
“I think my cold is acting up again.”

Not so hard mercenaries are they? Each his own, you suppose. “Just don't fuck my train.” Is your last statement to them. Now, you about face and riddle the departing cabin with .30-06s, killing untold amounts before you return to the roof.

You reload your rifle, meanwhile spotting that some of those Japs have jumped across the Royal train but are systematically eliminated by Ange's revolver or Chise's blade. Additionally, you notice that three cabins to the rear are slowing down and you safely assume it has been unlinked to the rest of the train.

You have your train so your job is more or less completed. But will you continue to intervene in this strange ambush?

>Yes, you will. Do some support by fire. That's all you're willing. Any more might jeopardize your train.
>FIGHT! It's an exciting fight you have here! Fly in the thieves cars with sweet B.A.R. And bayonet and show them the Jade Dragoon's way of fighting.
>No. You've done enough here, get the prototype train to safety. Plus you need to deal with three cowards but that can be done in a safer place.
>Trick shot time! It seems those two rope cables are a problem for her Highness's locomotive. See if you can snipe two coin-size targets.
>Write-in.

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>>2034312
>>Trick shot time! It seems those two rope cables are a problem for her Highness's locomotive. See if you can snipe two coin-size targets.

>>2034312
>Trick shot time! It seems those two rope cables are a problem for her Highness's locomotive. See if you can snipe two coin-size targets.

>>2034312
>>Trick shot time! It seems those two rope cables are a problem for her Highness's locomotive. See if you can snipe two coin-size targets.

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>>2034312
>Trick shot time! It seems those two rope cables are a problem for her Highness's locomotive. See if you can snipe two coin-size targets.

Roll them dice

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>>2034363

>2034312
>Trick shot time! It seems those two rope cables are a problem for her Highness's locomotive. See if you can snipe two coin-size targets.

You go prone and ready your sights on the first cannon's rope. Damn, you wish you had better sights but you make do with what ya got. And since you already know that one bullet isn't going to be enough, full-auto in the name of the game. “Get some-” Adjust for wind, elevation, distance, the fact you and the other targets are in motion, “today.”

The automatic-rifle bursts fire, smoke and jacketed lead at what's a half an inch piece of rope. One is not enough, neither is two, three, four, five, you're very deliberate with your shots. Too long of a burst and your aim will be a little off, too high, too low, left or right, you don't want that.

Six, lucky six causes the rope to fall out the mouth of the cannon and flutters behind the shaft still embedded on the royal cabin.

Your left eye then spots one man pulling a pistol out but he's born too slow and one headshot shatters the back of his skull. You do see another man but he only stares at you, so you ignore him for the time being.

Next up, the farthest gun. Now, hitting your target at four hundred yards is so low, that you say,”Fuck that,” and spray the cannon's mouth to improve your chance of severing the rope. Also, provides some suppressing fire as the smart men leave the roof.

Clicks empty, reload. Second magazine, fire, click empty, reload. Third mag, fire, click empty, reload. Fourth mag, fire, something different happens! Insanity!

You see the cannon spin from it's joint with great intensity that what damage you did to the rope, combine with the cannon eccentric spin, snaps the rope and mimics the senior rope you did in before.

In time too, as you just notice the brakes being applied and the whole cargo hold slows to a crawl away from you, the Princess's train, hell, even the limping cabins that were decoupled earlier.

You go up to a crouched stance and see that one man from before is still looking right at you, albeit in a different location. Soon, he and his cars are out of sight, the only thing left worth seeing is Ange and Chise.

You wave and they do the same. So ends this engagement. Now...

>You suppose the nice thing would be to reconvene with her Highness and company. Ask what the hell is that about.
>Do your job. Onward! Double speed it to London. You'll have this job done before tea time.

>>2034578
>Do your job. Onward! Double speed it to London. You'll have this job done before tea time.

>>2034578
>Do your job. Onward! Double speed it to London. You'll have this job done before tea time.

>>2034578
>>Do your job. Onward! Double speed it to London. You'll have this job done before tea time.

>>2034578
>Do your job. Onward! Double speed it to London. You'll have this job done before tea time.

>>2034578
>Do your job. Onward! Double speed it to London. You'll have this job done before tea time.

You get on your feet and turn away from the girls. You holster B.A.R. in its gun bag and head to the control room of the train where you begin to operate the machine to go faster. You're done here. “Hey, your three! Make yourselves useful and get to shoveling coal!”You'll be back in the warehouse richer and in time for tea.

…

Get to a different train station, not in use for her highness, contact the owners, profit. Easy. That how it should have been.

And that's what mostly happened. Except for the payment. You're in your office, having tea and a pipe with the Clay sisters, a servant of theirs, some other men and presumably their father.

You did not like what you heard. “You're. Not. Paying. Me?” You reiterate in summary of Mr. Clay's words to your ears.

Immediately, he shakes that you're out of context, “Now, Mr. Browning, I did not say that. In fact, we are most happy at your success in finding and bringing back the train back in one piece. It's just...” His head turns to his children before back to you, “...my daughters did not have permission to seek an outside employer. While we win fulfill that part of allowing your use on our trains, we need do an overview of the train. See what has been damaged and such, that will take some time and expense.”

A secretary, you believe, adds,“But! Afterwards, we assure you we can pay much more than what was contracted before. We ask for some patience. You must know, why, you run a wonderful company here that finances can be troubling and insurance is lax in paying up.”

You are not amused. Not a single drop of tea, happy about this.

>”50 pounds. Paid by the end of the month. Out.” No tea or further conversation with the faggots. “OUT.” Least they tempt your patience into becoming a rage.
>You are going to be very clear. You saved their train from a group that did harm to the Fourth Princess and some dignitaries. The very fact that you were able to get the train out WITHOUT getting caught is fucking skill. And all you ask, is five fucking pounds. What, say, if the police and guards found that information out? What will happen to your locomotive? Easy, they take it. And worst, an audit and an investigation that will either let you have the thing back but most likely in pieces after several months or not at all. So help you GOD if you do something... not legal.
>”Then one of your daughters is a guest until you pay a hundred pounds. Out!” It matters not what they think they can do. You will have agents on them. See if they try something stupid.
>Hold both daughters hostage for two hundred and ten pounds. It's JUSTICE to you.
>Write-in.

>>2034758
>You are going to be very clear. You saved their train from a group that did harm to the Fourth Princess and some dignitaries. The very fact that you were able to get the train out WITHOUT getting caught is fucking skill. And all you ask, is five fucking pounds. What, say, if the police and guards found that information out? What will happen to your locomotive? Easy, they take it. And worst, an audit and an investigation that will either let you have the thing back but most likely in pieces after several months or not at all. So help you GOD if you do something... not legal.
No hostages, only blackmail.

>>2034758
>You are going to be very clear. You saved their train from a group that did harm to the Fourth Princess and some dignitaries. The very fact that you were able to get the train out WITHOUT getting caught is fucking skill. And all you ask, is five fucking pounds. What, say, if the police and guards found that information out? What will happen to your locomotive? Easy, they take it. And worst, an audit and an investigation that will either let you have the thing back but most likely in pieces after several months or not at all. So help you GOD if you do something... not legal.
We always get paid.

Scary person? Are you one?

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>>2034758
>You are going to be very clear....

“I'm going to be clear. I saved your stolen machine from people that did harm to the Fourth Princess and some foreign officials. Also, I did NOT get caught by anyone transporting your train that WOULD have been taken into police and guard custody UNDOUBTABLE stripped bare for its secrets revealed. MAYBE, you would have gotten it back in months, years perhaps. Or never at all. We do know how our government likes to do audits. Very much, yes? And all I ask; is to be paid my five pounds. Right here, right now, like how it should be under GOD! And in service to the Queen and country. Now, what say you? Or, better yet, what is your action? Cause sometimes words aren't justified.”

Your B.A.R was so moved by your forceful words that it tips over to you and you grab it and set it beside your desk. You hear a mumble, “Give him the money and let's leave!” and so it was such that a slightly bigger purse drops on your desk and the men begin rushing out the door.

Your feet go up and you begin counting em, five pounds, three shillings and a hundred something pennies. You really did not need to see the Clay girls waving approvingly for what you did during their departure. You really didn't try to guess their mouth words.

Well, that wraps up that job. Money in your pocket, back in your workplace and time for some deserved rest and relaxation.

…

Several days later....

You're at the ferry! The long awaited 'vacation' has come at last! Pixy is here and so is Conroy who's very enamored at the large ship being christened way, way, way, over at the next docks by nobles and shit.

That's everyone... right?

2/4 spots available.
>Yup, vacation time! Dressed for the occasion. Armed if necessary. Should be a good short cruise. Just gotta wait for the boat and the ship.
>No wait, where the hell is that deranged scientist? Lucas? Lucas Warner? Is that job of being a beer chemist messing with his head?
>Butler is late. Oh, he must be making sure that his temporary replacement isn't a fuck up. He'll be here.
>So quiet guy, so silent that you forgot about him. Yeah. So... from Russia?
>Richard Foch. That German mercenary that folded from his mission. Don't worry, your dad sent a telegram. I'll be taking good care of your training now. Heh ahahahahaha.

>>2035027
>Yup, vacation time! Dressed for the occasion. Armed if necessary. Should be a good short cruise. Just gotta wait for the boat and the ship.

>>2035027
>Butler is late. Oh, he must be making sure that his temporary replacement isn't a fuck up. He'll be here.

If no other votes come in I'll change mine to Butler as well.

>>2035027
>>Richard Foch. That German mercenary that folded from his mission. Don't worry, your dad sent a telegram. I'll be taking good care of your training now. Heh ahahahahaha.

Why not Foch, He could be our second Conroy

you guys aren't limited to one, you know.

>>2035027
>>Richard Foch. That German mercenary that folded from his mission. Don't worry, your dad sent a telegram. I'll be taking good care of your training now. Heh ahahahahaha.
Eh screw it, I was gonna vote for Foch initially but second-guessed myself. Changing my vote.

>>2035545
There's no reason not to bring them both except maybe being afraid Ricky will betray us/be pissed or Butler being better off taking care of our finances

>>2035027
>Richard Foch. That German mercenary that folded from his mission. Don't worry, your dad sent a telegram. I'll be taking good care of your training now. Heh ahahahahaha.

>>2035027
>Butler.
>Richard Foch.

No, no, you swear at the last moment, you invited to have more people. Or near last. “Herr Browning!” Right, Foch is coming along. “Er, Mr. Browning. We're here.” Accent with his English, otherwise, good enough.

You turn to see Richard Foch, new German mercenary and next to him, Butler.“Foch. Said your farewells to your friends?”

Smiling, he nods, “Ah, indeed. I would have been lost in the crowd, if not for Herr Butler.”

“They made it to the ship then?” You ask either gentlemen.

“They have. Safe and sound.” Butler taps his glasses and smiles. “They should be back in Germany in a few hours, then where ever they shall be, they go as free men. I suppose their parents might get them though.”

Oh, those nasty telegrams they got, you had to read them since you were the one receiving at the time. The others must go home, but Foch gets to be under your wing. Tutelage with pay. Ha!

“They're going back as mercenaries or civilian life?” Pixy questions.

You look to Foch and he answers, “Civilian.” That's the way of things.

“Ah, better off then with a stable job.” Pixy comments and looks to the ship. “Like not us.”

“Speak for yourself.” You say and notice Conroy looking a bit down. “Hey, what's got you down?”

He perks his head up when you speak to him then puts a fake smile before dropping it, “Oh, uh, I got to know them well. So kinda sad to see them go. I was learning German from them.” Kid was always good at making friends when he wanted to.

“Don't be down. You might see them again. Just go the Germany or Austria, one of them lives in Austria, yeah?” You say to cheer him up. Hey, it's possible.

“Austria-Hungary if you want to be technical.” Foch answers. “They really did want to be mercenaries, especially after the stories about the Continental.”

Butler pats the young man and shakes his head, “Such dangerous work requires either great will, madness, or talent. It's not for everyone.”

“But there's always training.” You add to the conversation. “That's how the armies make their ragtag soldiers and call them professional. All without paying them. Idiots.” You have a deep puff of your pipe and let it out.

Cont.

>>2036111

Ah, more irritating is the fact that you've been waiting to get on a cruise. “Ah, when's the coronation ending? It's been over an hour.”

“Say, how did you get this invitation?” Conroy inquires and everyone looks at you.

“I did notice your finances haven't taken a big dipped.” Butler declares. “And this is a first-class invitation.”

“Making new friends, Browning? Girl ones?” Pixy jests at your expense.

Which you wave off, “Hey, don't worry about it. I'm getting a deal for this invite by being a lookout. A job. One that happens you can bring friends. And no, I'm not looking for more people to pay. So shad up and enjoy free food and drink. And you all better have your own money and behave. Cause I'm not bailing you guys out for doing something dumb.”

“Of course.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Shouldn't be too hard.”
“Yes, Herr Browning.”

An understanding is known to all. “But damn, I wish I had my own room so I could invite my girl.” Woah, woah woah! Pixy gots a lady friend?

“Woah there, you have a girlfriend?” You need to know.

“I wish I did.” Conroy mutter to himself.

“Eh, I'm looking into it, okay? It's not definite. If I did have one, yeah, a cruise for two would be nice.”

“You really should save more Pixy.” Butler, the master of the finances, contributes. “I know you do love that car of yours, but there's a limit to it.”

Pixy sighs and looks at the sky, “Being a ground transporter isn't always easy. I'd rather be in the air transporter though.”

“Well, the air docks will be up soon. You may get your chance yet. Chin up.” Your construction projects should be going swimmingly. Shame, you won't be there.

Foch kinda looks like the fish out of water among the conversation and gathers enough will to ask, “Herr Browning, do you have a girlfriend?”

>”No. I'm too brain damaged. I'm joking, partially. You see, there's a good reason why non-retiring soon mercenaries shouldn't have a spouse...”
>”On the to-do list. Maybe when I'm twenty. Oh, I'm eighteen by the way. What about you? Got a girl?”
>Write-in.

>>2036114
>”No. I'm too brain damaged. I'm joking, partially. You see, there's a good reason why non-retiring soon mercenaries shouldn't have a spouse...”

>>2036114
>>”No. I'm too brain damaged. I'm joking, partially. You see, there's a good reason why non-retiring soon mercenaries shouldn't have a spouse...”

I once knew this French Special forces soldier Named Gérard who's enemies brainwashed his wife to murder him in his sleep. Lots of stories like that, Spouse kills Spouse they're used as Bait, Turns out they were a double agent ETCETERA! ETCETERA!! Plus I'm married to the money and the thrill, I could never weight my self down with such a relationship

>>2036114
>>”No. I'm too brain damaged. I'm joking, partially. You see, there's a good reason why non-retiring soon mercenaries shouldn't have a spouse...”

>>2036114
>”No. I'm too brain damaged. I'm joking, partially. You see, there's a good reason why non-retiring soon mercenaries shouldn't have a spouse...”

“No. I'm too brain damaged.” You with the utmost serious tone and voice.

“...”
“...”

A grand silence that even the other people around have their lips zipped. “I'm joking.” Like a spell, people go back to their everyday lives. “Partially anyway. You see Foch, there's a reason non-retiring soon mercenaries, or anyone in the military profession, should not have a spouse.”

He's a little downtrodden when Richard responds, “I think I can imagine why. Is it bad that I have a fiance?”

In truth, yes, but you won't tell it to him directly, “Uh, don't get killed. Anyway, I knew this guy, French Special forces or elite guard or some such, name was Gérard. He was married for about twenty years, never saw her picture, ahem, so some organization kidnapped his wife and he went looking for her. Guess who else came, yo.” You point to yourself.

“Like a month later we found her in some village but she was brainwashed, but we didn't know at the time. So we all go back, go home, sleep, next morning, wife murdered him in his sleep or tried to. He was still talking and breathing, saying he was sorry. Wife then stabbed her heart. Never knew who did it or why.”

“Oh, I remember him,” Pixy says nodding. “So that happened to him. Didn't I leave the day before?”

“Yeah. You were shipped elsewhere. I got more stories, like lovers turned against each other, or baited into a trap because one messed up, double agents, spies! That load. Oh, cheats and divorce, that gets most of the guys. Too many times. So, that's why I on the married to my job group, love the money and thrill... sometimes. No way I could get weighed down by a relationship. Would have to be bought and I doubt anyone would pay that amount. Besides, Semper Fidelis.”

“Semper Fi.”
“Semper Fidelis.”
“Semper-”

You stop the not mercenary from finishing that, “Conroy, you don't count cause you aren't in the big league or a unit that has that motto. But it's appreciated. But really, you don't want to finish unless you're willing to die, cause, you know.” Then you turn to Foch, “Know the motto?”

His eyes say he does before his mouth responds, “I've heard of it. But father said not to say it unless I'm a made man of the trade and company.”

“Good.” And a loud horn is sounded by the ship in question. “About time. Now for more waiting!”

Cont.

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>>2036299

A little more waiting, a boat ride, and your party is onboard the RMS Celtic. Going by the preacher, the largest ocean-liner of the world. Never mind that, you want to be in your large room. Or a place to eat, yeah, you can live with that.

You, your party, and many other first-class recipients are led to the decorative dining room where the main breakfast, lunch, and supper. Right now, lunch! And a presentation. Oh boy.

You learn what you need, safety, yadda blah, etc. Rules, layout, activities available, so-on.

During this, you spot her Highness and her companions in the same room. You make yourself scarce but you're already noticed by the alert girls. You... think Ange is waving you to come over.

>No. Your lunch just got here too. Can't you ignore a blabbering fool and enjoy the company of your... associates.
>Uhhhhgggggg, lunch will have to wait. Go see what your employer, current, wants. It must be important. Or not if you had to guess.

>>2036304
>>Uhhhhgggggg, lunch will have to wait. Go see what your employer, current, wants. It must be important. Or not if you had to guess.

>>2036304
>>Uhhhhgggggg, lunch will have to wait. Go see what your employer, current, wants. It must be important. Or not if you had to guess.

Working trips suck ass during the working portions.