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>>2728237
Let's GO!

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Derrick successfully passed the first test of the Hunter Exam with the help of every friend and ally he’s gained along the way.

However, he can’t breathe easy yet, as during his journey down the mountain, he learned of the existence of Moon Medicines, a pharmaceutical company that has been gaining control over the Hunter Organization.

They’ve turned the Organization into a sort of police force with a bureaucratic hierarchy, they’ve also made new, separate Hunter Exams and host secret projects that they’re using the Hunter Organization’s resources to fund them.

One such project is project ‘Capgras’, where Rea and many women like her have been cloned from someone for reasons currently unknown. However, what is known is that Moon Medicines is headed by a man named Soren Moon, who Rea described as ‘the most dangerous man to ever hold a position of power.’.

But that’s the least of Derrick’s problems, as with passing the first test, there isn’t a moment's delay until he's thrusted into the second one, conducted by a large and regal man by the name of Damon Payne, a pro hunter and the examiner of the second test.

After conquering the inhospitable landscape of Mount Kil-aman-jaro, Derrick has been left hurting both physically and mentally, can he overcome the second test of the Hunter Exam?

And so, the adventure continues…!

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You and everyone else in the area quickly gather your bearings and collect yourselves around Damon. And upon doing so, you notice that he’s tall, extremely tall. He’s at least a head taller than everyone in your group and that’s really saying something.

Barring Etheline and Rea, everyone here stands taller than 5’10”, you stand around 6’2”, only being dwarfed by Bradford who’s an inch taller than you.

And even with him being unconscious and still hanging from the tree above you, you can tell he’s still a few inches taller than him, meaning he’s around 6’6”-6’8”.

And he ain’t just tall, he’s built too, his muscles are clearly defined under his thin suit jacket and black pants, giving him an intimidating yet grand air.

He looks around, examining the various states of disarray the entire group is in, his regal and composed face quickly becomes one of concern, “I see the fight down the mountain wasn’t an easy one.” He states.

“What do you expect? I can’t even call that mountain a death trap, it was more like a mortality gauntlet.” Noell counters.

Damon looks up and heaves a light gasp as he sees Bradford, still held up by the branches of trees above, “I can certainly see that.” He concedes.

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He lets out a weak sigh, “I was expecting some harsh conditions, as the first test must be harsh to ensure only the stronger ones would remain and the weaker ones are trained to endure hardship." He explains.

"But clearly what you were put through was less a test, more an execution. The committee has become so unforgiving since he came into control of things…” he states as he goes into deep thought.

You open your mouth to question who he is, but before you can say anything, he looks up and stares at the brutalized figure of Bradford hanging above.

Within his eyes you see a glimmer of hate. His face is still perfectly composed, and his body language gives away no sign of anger, but that tiny glimmer of fury in his eyes is enough to stop you from speaking, or even moving all together.

He jumps slightly as he realizes that he’s gone quiet for too long, when he looks back down, the anger in his eyes fades away, replaced by an almost motherly look of concern.

“I’m sorry for all that you’ve been through, I had no part in deciding such a deadly area as a suitable first testing area, but I still feel responsible for not fighting hard enough to change it. I’m truly sorry.” He says as he bows his head before you all in a heart-felt apology.

All of you look at each other, not knowing how to respond to such earnest kindness, “J-Jeez, you make it kinda hard to get pissed when you’re so nice…” Even Vanilla struggles to find a way to be mean to him in this state.

You have to agree, you’ve been treated like hot garbage by all the examiners so far, so you’re taken aback by seeing one bowing his head at you, if it was the Carlton twins here, they would have just laughed at you for complaining before telling you the next test was climbing back up the mountain, but on fire this time.


“I cannot fathom the pain you all have been put through until this point. The only reassurance I can give you is that the tests that follow this one will much less life-threatening.” He promises, his head still lowered.

You all share a collective sigh of relief upon hearing that, “Finally, I had half a mind to start writing up a will if the next test was more dangerous than that last one.” Vanilla states.

“Oh man, that’s a good joke. Even if you dropped dead, the only thing you’d be giving your family is relief.” You counter.

“Man, you’re hurting my feelings here Derrick. Believe it or not, I’m a very nice lady when I want to be. I’m considerate, caring and even sacrificial for the people I love.” She counters.

“The bite marks on my stomach say otherwise.” You retort.

“Well I never said I loved you.” She answers.

(Small note: I Changed Vanilla character pictures because, as much as I love Nice, she just doesn't suit my image of Vanilla. I hope you find this new version just as likable as the original, or detestable in Vanilla's case)

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You glare at her as she smiles smugly and blows a kiss your way, Etheline quickly steps between you two before things get really ugly.

“We just finished one big fight, we shouldn’t be starting another one guys! Let’s all take a second to cool our heads and hearts.” She advises.

“Hpmh, that witch hasn’t got a heart to cool down.” You state.

“And that blondie head’s too empty, so I’ll you’d be doing is pumping it full of hot air. And I think it’s got plenty of that already.” She retorts.

You feel your blood pressure rise a little, “Sorry, did I say witch? I meant massive bitc-“

“Let’s take a second to cool our heads and hearts guys! Deep breaths!” Etheline commands as she demonstrates by taking several deep breaths.

You start to feel bad for Etheline having to play mediator, so you just click your tongue and look away.

“I love you too baby.” Vanilla calls out as you walk away.

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“Jeez Vanilla! I thought we talked about this! You promised me you would try and make-up with Derrick! Not fight him like before!” Etheline shouts.

“I am trying to make-up with him, can’t you see how much we’re talking to each other now?” she questions.

“All you’re doing is harassing him with mean words and lies!” Etheline counters.

“Hey! You take that back.Maybe I’ve been a little mean to him, but I haven’t spewed a single lie about him.” She states.

“You called him an empty-headed idiot!” She points out.

“Like I said, haven’t lied about him even once.” She states.

“Vanilla!!” Etheline exclaims in frustration

You just pretend you didn’t hear all of that since Etheline’s clearly on the verge of a aneurysm.

You decide to just walk away and try and sort your thoughts out, that’s when you hear the voice of Landon as you pass.

“The wrath of an ex-lover is something to behold isn’t it? I can imagine talking with a lost love is quite painful.” Landon consoles you.

“Oh, talking with her is painful alright, I don’t know about that love part.” You state.

“Why don’t you try and make up with her? I can see she’s certainly not an…approachable kind of woman. But maybe if you just got over her provocations, you’d be able to find a middle ground?” He asks.

“If she wanted to find middle ground with me then she wouldn’t be spitting on the ground I walk on. It’s pretty clear she hates my ass. Which is good, the feeling’s mutual.” You counter bluntly.

“Oh, you don’t mean that. Some people just express their love in strange ways, she may act like she hates you, but perhaps it’s because she’s embarrassed of what she’s done to you? Maybe if you just try and really talk to her, you’ll find she isn’t as unpleasant as she seems?” He states

You give him a curious look, “You’re a bit persistent, why are you so eager to see me play nice with her?” You ask.

“What if I told you it’s because I want show Flourette I was right about Vanilla being best girl?” He asks.

You give him a brief look of disgust and shake your head, “We’re done talking now.” You say as you try and move as far away as possible.

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>>2728320
>“What if I told you it’s because I want show Flourette I was right about Vanilla being best girl?” He asks.
God you madman you've done it again

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“Wait! Wait! That was just a joke!” He corrects.

You sigh and turn back around, “Okay, what’s the real reason then?” You ask.

Landon takes a moment to contemplate his answer, within a few seconds, you see his expression shift from his usual friendly grin to a strangely sad smile as he looks up and answers, “I know all too well what the pain of losing the chance to make-up with someone who cares for you because you weren’t willing to forgive them.” He answers in a deathly serious tone.

“It’s the kind of pain that deeps dig and strikes you when you least expect it, the kind of pain that hurts you every time you see their face or look in a mirror and see yourself. Yes, I know that pain all too well.” He finishes by closing his eyes, seemingly getting lost in his own memories.

“What are you even trying to say…?” You ask, wondering what place he’s looking back too to have such a sad look on his face.

“what I’m trying to say is, don’t let the image you have of someone be what decides whether you love or hate them. It’s far too often that people let what they believe about a person determine if that person is worth loving or not.” He states.

“Talk to someone before you judge their worth. If the first time fails, do it two more times, if the second and third times fail, try three more times. If the fourth, fifth and sixth time all fail, then you can finally say that person was never worth loving in the first place.” He declares.

“Are you really saying I should give someone who left me for dead another chance?” You ask.

“And five more times after that if she screws up again.” He answers.

You think on his words, for a few moments. You can see where he’s coming from, some people screw-up massively and they have no chance to redeem themselves.

From the moment someone fails or hurt someone else, everyone will scorn that person, they’re branded ‘unforgivable’ and their entire lives become about the one mistake they made or the one sin they committed.

You can agree there are people who would do anything to get even one chance to make it all right again, you met tons of them back in the bar after-all.

That’s basically what you’ve done for Etheline, and you can say that, so far, her remorse is genuine.

But you decided to give Etheline a chance because she seemed to legitimately regret what she’s done, Vanilla on the other hand, almost literally threw you under the bus to save her own ass and told you she didn’t regret a thing.

You were fine with giving Etheline a chance at Redemption, but does someone like Vanilla really deserve the same consideration?

What do you think?

>Yes

>No

>>2728291
>(Small note: I Changed Vanilla character pictures because, as much as I love Nice, she just doesn't suit my image of Vanilla. I hope you find this new version just as likable as the original, or detestable in Vanilla's case)
Nooooo, I liked Nice more....

>>2728348
>“What if I told you it’s because I want show Flourette I was right about Vanilla being best girl?” He asks.
Didn't he say Christina was best girl?

>>2728348
>Yes

>>2728348
>>Yes

>>2728365

Landon thinks a lot of girls are best girl.

>>2728367

>Let the ship sail

>Posting

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“…Fine then, I’ll take your advice.” You answer.

“Really? You’ll try and make-up with her?” He asks, genuinely surprised.

“Everyone who said you’ve got a way with words wasn’t kidding, you actually make me want to give that cold-hearted witch a second chance.” You answer.

“That’s great! I’m glad I was able to re-kindle your passion for an old flame. I can only hope I get to see when it blossoms into a raging inferno of passion and love!” He states excitedly.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I said I was giving her a chance, not a ride on the love train. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not doing cause I secretly love her or something, I’m just doing it cause I like you.” You counter.

Landon’s heart almost bursts out of his chest upon hearing your words, “You’ve just made my day,no, my entire week, Derrick! I hope your heart has room for one more, because I think I’ve just fallen madly in love with you!” He exclaims.

>Landon Relationship path Unlocked! Talk with him during free-time to begin relationship.

“Uhhhh, cool man.” Is all you can say to his ultra-excited response.

>>2728457
>I’m not doing cause I secretly love her or something
Derrick is the ultimate tsundere

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“Derrick, stop gloating with that sex offender about every woman’s life you’ve ruined, it’s sickening.” Noell breaks you from your conversation.

“Will you stop calling me that! I would never rejoice in a woman’s despair! I’m offended you would think someone like me, who’s a professional at bringing women happiness, would ever find a woman’s sadness enjoyable!” Landon counters

“Then what were you two doing over here?” Noell asks.

You’re about to answer, but Landon’s words fly out faster, “The exact opposite obviously! We’re discussing what’s the best way for Derrick to re-light the old spark he had with Vanilla. As neither us can stand to see a woman suffering from a lonely heart, we’re coming up with plans to give her the happiness and pleasures of love.” Landon states.

“Ah, so you’re discussing your plans to sexual assault a woman, in broad daylight no less. I’ve come to expect as much from you Landon, but Derrick, you’re an adulterer and a Sexual predator?" He mouths off.

"I don’t know whether to be angry at you two for flaunting the depths of your depravity in public so proudly, or angry at the police force, for allowing two perverts like you to roam free.” He insults.

“No, you dumbass, you’re misunderstanding-“

“He’s right Noell, you’ve missed the point!” Landon quickly cuts you off before you can explain yourself,

“When it comes to fixing broken relationships, you have to be willing to go all the way to show the person you really love them! And Vanilla is clearly looking for love! Even if her mouth says no, her heart says yes!” Landon exclaims so everyone can hear.

The face Noell makes at the both you after hearing Landon’s reasoning clearly indicates that no amount of logic and truth will ever wash away the image of a disgusting pervert he’s painted of you in his mind, so you don’t even bother.

>>2728469
When we first met Landon I never expected that I would love him this much

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“I’m officially tired of watching you try to fix your broken relationships. If you haven’t noticed, you’re wasting my time and his.” Noell points to Damon.

You look to see Damon rocking back and forth on his heels, whistling a happy little tune as he takes in the beauty of the scenery.

A couple of butterflies fly over and land on his shoulders, making him seem like a naturally-formed statue, one that is truly at peace with the world.

“Because of your meaningless arguments, he’s decided to just ignore us.” Noell states.

“Hey, it ain’t my fault that everyone here is trying to ride my back!” You exclaim.

“And it’s not my fault that I don’t care. Examiner!” Noell calls out.

He turns to meet Noell’s call and faces him with a smile on his face, “Oh? Are you ready to proceed now?” he asks, butterflies still resting on his shoulders.

“Yes, can we please move onto the next exam now? You’ll have to start it now, these idiots we’ll find any reason to fight among themselves if you don’t.” Noell states.

“That’s not true! We get along just fine! Right guys?” Etheline asks.

Rea quickly chimes in, “Etheline, asking such questions is an invitation to trouble. The current state of all our relationships is contentious at best, I believe it would be better in the long run if you refrained from making such assumptions-“

“Oh, give me a goddamn break! It’s like you learned how to talk from a word of the day calendar!” Vanilla cuts-in, frustrated.

“Not everyone spends their free time binge reading the fucking dictionary! How about you go out and Learn some words with less than 15 syllables, so people can understand bitch.” Vanilla cuts in.

“Oh, sweet Vanilla, I think it would be best for you to calm down. I think you’re proving Noell’s point.” Landon cuts in.

“Oh, shut up you creeper! Don’t you have some girl to be luring into your rape dungeon?” Vanilla taunts.

“You take that back! I’m neither a creeper nor have I ever put anyone in a rape dungeon! Every dungeon I’ve ever entered has been fully consensual and very enjoyable!” Landon proudly exclaims.

“Okay, even I have to say that was a little creepy.” Etheline politely states.

“Not you too! What do you people have against the idea of two consenting adults enjoying each other’s company!?” Landon questions.

“Well, firstly, if there’s a dungeon involved, I seriously doubt there was anything consensual about it. Secondly, it less about consent and more about the fact that you’re so brazenly discussing your sex life with us, who are practically strangers.” Rea explains.

“Okay, first off, if you think sex in a dungeon is automatically rape, you’re extremely shallow-minded and need to be more adventurous with your bedtime encounters. And while you might be right about that second part, there’s nothing wrong with being open about one’s desires. Isn’t that right Flourette?” Landon asks.

Flourette jumps at the mention of her name, “W-Why are you mentioning me? What do I have to do with any of this?” She asks.

“Huh? Well, when it comes to being adventurous and open with your sex life, I believe you and Noell are the greatest examples. You both indulge in your desires right in public.” Landon states.

“Huh?” everyone collectively blurts out, casting a confused glance towards Flourette, who’s beginning to sweat.

“W-W-Why are you all looking at me? I have absolutely no idea what he means! Must just be his crazy perverse imagination! He’s such a creeper isn’t he!? Hahahahaha.” She laughs nervously.

“Well, yeah, he is. But what exactly does he mean? Have you and the emo been doing some weird shit?” Vanilla questions.

“What!? No,no,no,no, Me and the young master have a perfectly platonic relationship! We’ve never done any lewd acts together, especially not where people can see us!” Flourette explains, she tries to keep a calm smile but the panic in her eyes is clear.

“I don’t get it, I haven’t see anything weird going on between them. Well, other than Noell being super mean to Flourette all the time, but we’ll work on that after we work on Vanilla’s temper.” Etheline states.

“Being mean? Wait a moment, don’t tell me you all haven’t realized it yet?” Landon asks.

“Realized what man? That Noell’s a slave-driver that loves to whip and give Flourette shit? She already hates her job man, you don’t need to rub that in.” You state.

“Well, there’s certainly a lot of whipping involved in their relationship. You’re wrong about that hating it part though.” Landon says with a devious smile.

“What? Seriously, what the hell do you mean by that?” You question, extremely confused.

“Don’t tell me you all haven’t realized it? Flourette’s a hardcore maso-“

“HEY GUYS, LET’S ALL TAKE SECOND TO TALK ABOUT HOW YOU’RE ALL TERRIBLE PEOPLE AND HOW WE CAN FIX THAT!!” Flourette exclaims in a voice so loud it completely overpowers Landon.

“What’d you say? I ain’t taking that kind of shit from a Nancy drew. I’m like a diamond in the rough bitch, the one flawless gem in a land filled with garbage.” Vanilla counters.

“Keep talking bull and see If I don’t throw you in the garbage where you belong.” You cut-in.

“Ughhh, we’re right back where we started. See what you’ve done Landon?” Etheline accuses.

“Me? What have I done? I only tried make sure everyone was honest with each other.” Landon asks.

“It’s your fault Flourette got so upset and said those mean things that got everyone riled up! I’m really sorry, but I’ll have to ask you don’t speak until I’ve fixed this.” Etheline requests.

“Ahh, you telling me to shut up so politely tempts me to comply. But I’m not going to be submissive today! I’m only trying to help, so I refuse to stop!” Landon exclaims, denying Etheline’s request.

“See, it’s stubbornness like that keeps us from ever becoming real friends. Flourette, aren’t I right?” Etheline asks.

“…..” She only gets silence in return.

“Flourette?” Etheline Looks over and is shocked to see Flourette her hand on a tree, holding her head down to hide the deep flush that’s covered her face.

“See what you’ve done! Flourette’s so embarrassed from your weird accusations that she can’t even speak! I was trying to be nice, but you really are a disgusting pervert!” Etheline exclaims.

“Even you’re saying it now? This is too much…” Landon says sadly.

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Noell Looks back to you all, amazed that his prophecy fulfilled itself within minutes of being made.

“I’ll just apologize on their behalf since they all seem too busy trying to rip each other’s heads off.” Noell states.

Damon giggles to himself and speaks, “it’s of no issue. We’re in no rush to get where we’re going. And I do enjoy seeing such fervent bonding among companions.”

“You call this bonding? I’ve seen rabid canines and wild cats get along better than this.” Noell states.

“From your perspective, I’m sure this just seems like mindless fighting, but the fact that you can fight among yourselves like this and still work together so well is proof that the bonds between you all are growing.” Damon explains.

“ ‘When the threat of death is before you, even your worst enemy can become your greatest ally if it means you survive in the end’. Those were the words of my father and just like everything else he says, they ring true. We’ve all only known each other for little over a week at best, some of us only met a few hours ago. There’s no bond between us, just a collectively need to survive.” Noell counters.

“Time isn’t the measure of friendship young one, experience is. The more people experience happy times and hard times with each other, the stronger that the bonds that hold them together become. Whether that be over the course of several years or several hours." Damon declares.

"Are you telling me you cannot see the flowers of friendship blooming among you all even now?” he asks.

Noell gives him a wry look, “I think you’re mistaken. Just because flowers grow around a graveyard doesn’t make it a flower patch.” Noell counters.

“Are you saying your bonds are fake?” He asks.

“I’m saying they won’t last.” Noell states, he looks over at the group in the distance interacting and talking with each and speaks.

“You can call me asocial, pessimistic or even emo if you want. But I can tell by just looking at each and everyone one of them. These bonds will fall apart, we know too little about each other. If experience can build bonds, then knowledge can destroy them. And I can see that these relationships are like a time-bomb, bound to end in disaster.” He finishes.

Damon casts Noell a curious look, but quickly shrugs, “Whatever you say young one.” He says no more.

>>2728494
>>2728525
>>2728539
I have the stupidest smile on my face right now

>>2728566
>
“You can call me asocial, pessimistic or even emo if you want. But I can tell by just looking at each and everyone one of them. These bonds will fall apart, we know too little about each other. If experience can build bonds, then knowledge can destroy them. And I can see that these relationships are like a time-bomb, bound to end in disaster.” He finishes.
Let's hope this isn't some spooky foreshadowing

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>20 minutes later

Date: January 13th, 2001

Time: 9:22 AM, Early morning

>Location: Kukan-yu kingdom, Zaban region, Outskirts of Numere Wetlands.

After you all finally calm down from your fight, you all come face to face with Damon who’s been patiently waiting for you all.

You speak first, “Sorry to keep you waiting like that. For real this time, let’s get on with the second test.” You state.

Damon smiles at your request, “It’s nice to see that you all are so ready to continue fighting even after the long battle you all waged to reach here. Such strength of will is a true sign of hunting spirit and the first mark of a true Hunter.” He compliments.

“However, another mark of a true Hunter is moderation. A hunter must know when it is time to fight with everything they have and when it is time to rest and rejuvenate. This is one such time.” Damon declares.

“Wait. Are you saying that we aren’t doing the next test yet?” Noell questions.

“Exactly. The grounds for your next test is further ahead, within the heart of the wetlands. However, it is not yet time to venture within, instead you will all follow me somewhere you’ll be spending a few days recovering at.” He states.

“You can’t be serious. There isn’t a scratch on me and We’re all still in the lead compared to the rest of the applicants. Resting will just be a waste of time.” Noell counters.

“This is an Exam, not a race. Being in the lead gives you no benefits. And while you may be physically ready to continue, you clearly aren’t mentally prepared if you even dare say something like that.” Damon deflects.

“Excuse me?” Noell asks.

“Your mind is clearly on edge, filled with anger and paranoia and worst of all, impatience. You may not be hurt, but your companions are.” He holds his hand out towards people like you, Landon and Bradford who you retrieved from the trees a few minutes ago.

“Physical, mental and emotional damage build up with every battle fought and eventually anyone, no matter how strong, will collapse under the weight of their fatigue.” He declares.

“Exactly how do their injuries matter to me? I’m fine, I can go, let them rest while I fight on my own.” Noell demands.

Damon scowls at that response, “I must say, your impatience is quite grating. Wars are not fought in a day and battles aren’t to last an eternity. You seem to believe yourself an unstoppable machine, but allow me to tell you something, boy. You’re naught but a young man. And a foolish one at that.”

“You can’t be serious.” Noell states angrily.

“Great job Noell. That makes the third Examiner you’ve managed to piss off within minutes of meeting them! Maybe that should tell you that you’ve got a few problems you need fixing?” You ask.

“The only problem I’ve got is the fact I have to continuing staying with you people. How long are we going to be spending wasting our time like this exactly?” Noell questions Damon.

“8 days.” He answers.

Noell looks astonished beyond words, “8 days? Surrounded by this collection of idiots?” he asks.

“Yes. Is there a problem?” Damon asks.

Instead of answering, Noell simply picks a random direction and walks off, “Uh, young master? Where are you going?” Flourette asks, worried.

“I’ve decided this journey is no longer worth the effort.” He states as he dashes off into the forest.

Flourette quickly gives chase, “Young master no! You can’t give up so easily! You were so close to making real friends!” She shouts as she also disappears into the forest.

“He really wasn’t. But whatever.” Vanilla shakes her head.

“Well, Noell’s a lost cause, but I can’t say no to getting some rest. Though I got to ask, why are we getting so much time?” You question.

“Well if I’m being honest, you’re not supposed to be resting at all. As an examiner, I’m only supposed to explain the rules of the next exam and send you on your way.” He explains.

“What? So, you’re saying this is off the record?” You ask.

“Not exactly. The main reason I’m doing this is twofold. Firstly, since you eight are the first people to complete the first test, technically, that means the first exam isn’t over yet. No one at the committee actually expected anyone to come down the mountain in the first week, let alone in only 4 days." He explains.

"So, in such rare cases, I was given permission to act as I see fit. And I see it fit to let you all recover.” He adds.

“So, cause we all came down early, you’re giving us free time since you don’t have to test us yet?” you summarize.

“Precisely.” He states.

“Wait, doesn’t that mean that if we wanted too. We could just skip this whole resting period and go straight to the test?” you ask.

“Well, I highly recommend that you at least spend 3 days resting. But yes, whenever you so choose too, I shall explain the rules and allow you to take the second test.” He states.

“Doesn’t that mean Noell was right? Why’d you tell him he couldn’t fight?” You ask.

Damon brings his finger up and wags it from side to side as he speaks, “Now, now, I never told him he couldn’t proceed. I just advised him it would be a terrible idea to do so.” He corrects.

“And if I’m being honest, he was getting on my nerves. So, I didn’t want him getting his way.” He states with a small giggle.

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For such a burly, proper-speaking man, he’s got a bit of a mischievous and playful side, “So what’s the second reason?” you ask.

“The second reason is a bit more selfish. I want to gauge the skill of the applicants.” He admits.

“Gauge the skill?” you question.

“I heard from my good friends, Sheldon and Ami, that there was an abnormally high amount of good talent in the ranks this year. I wanted to see what they meant myself.” He states.

“Ah, that makes sense. They told me that too, who exactly were you told to look out for?” You ask.

“I was informed to look out for several individuals.” He brings his fingers up as he recollects.

“A man with a dark jacket and gray hair, A massive man with many cuts and bruises, An armored woman carrying a spear, A red-haired woman in a business suit, a very similar looking woman but with black hair, A scantily-clad woman with clown make-up and a few others.” He lists off.

The red-haired woman in a business suit must be Christina and the black haired one must Rea, but you have no idea who the rest are.

“Oh, I was also told to look for a loud blonde man as well. That must be you. I’ve heard many rumors about you. And you seem like an interesting fellow.” He adds.

Oh no, “Rumors you say? What kind of rumors?” you ask.

“Oh, many of them. I’ve heard you’re a powerful warrior and a profound wise man, that you provide sound advice and inspired many to give their all in this Exam.” He explains.

“What? Really?” There were positive rumors in the mix? Why is this the first time you're hearing about them?

“Yes, and the rumors seem to be true. I can feel the air of a born leader around you.” He states.

You can’t help but jock back a bit at that statement, that brings back memories.

“A born leader huh…I wouldn’t really agree with you there. But thanks for the nice words.” You state.

That isn’t the first time you’ve been told that, but you hope it’s the last. The last time you believed you were born to lead others taught you never to be that arrogant ever again.

“There were other rumors, but those are all probably false.” Damon mentions.

“What other rumors?” you ask.

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“Well, they also say that you’re a violent, loud, womanizing thug that has a pension for destruction and disrespecting other’s property.” He states.

“What the hell? I’ve heard all that other stuff before, but who told you I was disrespecting property?” You ask.

“Sheldon actually. He told me that you were a known ruffian and that you step all over the dreams of others and spend your weekends kicking puppies and spitting on orphans.” He explains.

“What the hell!? Where he’d come up with all that bull!? There’s no way you believe any of that right!?” You question.

“Of course not, you don’t seem like a ruffian at all. But then, he told me that you ruined one of the cars of his train and that was proof you enjoyed destroying people’s hopes and dreams.” He explains.

“Ah! So, he’s just pissed I messed up his train by accident! You’re the only person he’s said this to right!?” You question angrily.

“Well, he said that he was going to, and I quote, ‘Spread the truth to everyone I see, so that no will have to fall victim to that blonde trashheap’s violence ever again! I swear on my honor as an entertainer that I will defend the world from that monster!’.” He explains.

The corners of your eyes go red and words start leaving your mouth before you realize it, “AHHHHH, THAT BASTARD! LIKE HE HAS ANY HONOR AS ENTERTAINER! I SWEAR WHEN I SEE AGAIN, I’LL TURN HIS ENTIRE TRAIN INTO A JUNK PILE! I FUCKING SWEAR IT!!” you cry out in a voice loud enough to scare off every bug and small animal in the area.

Damon covers his ears as he whispers to himself, “…Perhaps there’s some truth to that ‘loud’ rumor after all?”.

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You have to take a few minutes to let off your rage in the nearest tree, you finally manage to collect yourself after you’ve left a fist-shaped hole in the tree’s bark.

“Well if you all understand, I’ll ask that you follow me now. I’ll show you to the area you’ll be spending the next 8 days in.” He says as he starts walking off.

Everyone begins following him, you quickly start moving as well, but linger when a thought strikes you, “Wait a second. What about Noell? Aren’t we going to get him to come with us?” you ask.

“What about Noell? Does it matter where he screwed off too?” Vanilla questions.

“Not really, but shouldn’t we at least tell him where we’re going?” you ask.

“That means wasting time and energy looking for him and then having him follow us. Personally, I’m going to try and enjoy the time I get to spend away from him.” Rea counters.

“Jeez, isn’t that a bit much? Even for Noell?” You question.

“He’d probably say the same to all of us. That why he wandered off in the first place. I don’t believe we’re obliged to help him.” Landon cuts-in.

“Damn, even you’re cutting Noell down?” you ask.

“I do feel a little bad, Noell’s so adorable after-all. But I have to say, he’s also a bit of a brat, so I’m not feeling too inclined to help him.” He states.

“You ain’t wrong, but damn guys, didn’t think you all hated him this much.” You state.

“Don’t you as well? From what I’ve seen, you despise him the most out of any of us here.” Rea deducts.

“You’re damn right. I can’t stand that Gloomy loser.” You agree.

“Then why are you bothering to help him. You don’t care for him, right?” Vanilla asks.

That question catches you off-guard for some reason, “O-Of course, I don’t give two shits what happens to him. I just feel like I’d be a bigger ass than him if I didn’t give him some help.” You answer.

You don’t want to say it, but you do feel an inkling of worry for him. B-But only an inkling of course, you don’t care if he lives or dies, nope, doesn’t matter to you in the least.

Damon takes note of your worry and smiles, “Worry not, boy. Fortune seems to favor that child. The direction he ran off in happened to also be the path towards where we’ll be staying.” He reassures.

You let out a tiny sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding.

“Where are we going anyway?” Vanilla questions.

“My current residence. It’s about an hour away from here.” He answers

“Your house? This should be good.” You state as you begin walking off with the others.

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>1 hour later

Time: 10:36 AM, Morning.

Good may have been the wrong word.

Grand would’ve been a better word, and you’re not sure if that’s still enough to describe it.

After an hour of walking through the thick woods surrounding the foggy wetlands, you expected to find a little comfy cabin where you could enjoy a good meal and the sounds of nature while you sit and lick your wounds.

No, no, your mind is clearly far too small for this adventure, you’ve come to expect realistic, normal outcomes way too often. What you’re looking at is far from little or a cabin, or even normal and realistic.

Upon reaching the end of your walk, you’re greeted with a massive building, one that looks more like a cabin-styled 5-star Resort than a house or woodland abode. You look the place down, craning your head left and right, but no matter how far you turn your head on either side, you can’t find the corners of this place.

You’re so blown away by the sight you have to take a step back to bask in it all.

“The hell is this? Some-kind of Mega-Mansion? The hell’s it doing here in the middle of nowhere?” Vanilla’s questions break you out your admiration trance and bring you back to reality.

“Not quite. This is an old hunting lodge that classic hunters from all around the Kukan-yu kingdom used to gather in to prepare and ready themselves for long strenuous hunts." He begins.

"This was back when Kukan-yu had a flourishing Magical beast economy, but after that disaster with Turnablot, many hunters decided it would be safer to hunt someplace further away from the mountain and so this place was naturally abandoned.” He explains.

“This place doesn’t look abandoned in the least, that paintjob looks like it was applied just weeks ago.” You compliment.

“You’re exactly right. That’s because I gained ownership of this Hunting lodge and many others like it around the world a few years ago. I’ve been ensuring regular maintenance of this place every month, I’m happy to hear you appreciate it.” He says with a smile on his face that’s honestly too cute for a man with side-burns that thick.

“You bought this place? I know you’re a pro-Hunter and all, but do they really give you that much money?” Etheline asks.

“You seem to misunderstand. I didn’t purchase this land, it was given to me as a gift for my efforts in the field." He specifies.

"One of the bigger Magical beast Hunting companies that help support the Hunter Organization donated these places to me to help me do my work more effectively.” He answers.

“Donated to you?” Landon questions.

“Didn’t I already tell you all? I’m a proud Magical beast Hunter. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve saved many lives and habitats by hunting down dangerous magical beasts all over the world. It was the fruit of my hard labour earned me this place to call my house.” He answers.

>>2728681
>“A man with a dark jacket and gray hair, A massive man with many cuts and bruises, An armored woman carrying a spear, A red-haired woman in a business suit, a very similar looking woman but with black hair, A scantily-clad woman with clown make-up and a few others.” He lists off.
Huh? Ami & Sheldon mentioned that there were 10 people who deserve to be hunters and 10 more who might have a shot at it iirc but I don't know which group the people Damon was taking about are in. I had a theory about a secret 10th competitor in addition to our group of 8 (+ Christina) but there might be more

>>2728738
Tsun tsun!

Man I didn't think people hated Noell this much. I still kinda wanna stop him from leaving if we have a chance. N-not for him! O-only because I feel bad for Florette

“So, you’re saying you own this whole damn palace? No strings attached?” Vanilla asks, a greedy tinge in her voice.

“Yes. I have the deed and everything, I own every inch of this 15-arce land and no one can tell me otherwise." He answers

"As for ‘strings’ attached, the only real obligation I have is to continue doing my work as always. These places are all near areas where more dangerous magical beasts lurk for a reason, it’s so I can lead a swift and effective response if a situation arises.” He explains.

“15-arces!? You’ve been living alone on 15-arces of land!? You could shove 1000 people in place and you’d still have room to spare! Have you really been living in this Monster-Mansion all alone!?” You question, you can’t help but shout when you hear the insane numbers being thrown around here.

“Alone? Far from it, I have have a few students I'm mentoring, they work and live alongside me. They're all Hunters as well, be sure to greet them when you see them." He answers.

"You all will also be keeping me company for these next few days. I’ll be sure to bring in anyone else who comes down early to stay with you all as well, so expect new guests frequently.” He says casually with a smile.

“All of this and you didn’t even spend a single jenny on it…” It takes all you have not to faint from excitement.

You already knew being a Hunter got you benefits and money, but this goes way beyond your expectations. How many years of building and collective funding did it take the classic hunters to build this place, gain this land?

The value of the dirt below is probably enough to pay back your debt to Maxwell and still have enough cash to treat yourself for life, and that’s not even accounting for the building on top of that dirt.

Climbing down that hellish mountain was beginning to make you question if being a hunter is worth it or not but seeing this has changed your mind. If someone told you that you could get even half this place’s property value in cash for climbing up that mountain again, you’d of scrambled up that death-trap and given the first beast you saw a hug.

As you’re just standing there, absolutely star-struck, wondering if Breaters are as soft as they look. Two dark shadows come bursting from the bushes.

“-Young master! This is an excellent opportunity for socializing! Don’t you see, this is the moment you’ve been journeying for!” Flourette’s voice rings out and you quickly realize who the other shadow is.

“I’m journeying to find intelligent, capable people, not a band of petty, bottom of the barrel fools who’d argue left was actually north if it got on someone else’s nerves! Do I look like I want to kill off brain cells dealing with a collection of half-evolved apes and sexual predators!?” Noell counters.

“That’s not true young master! I’m sure you’ll come to like them if you try to tolerate them all for just a day or two!” She suggests.

“A day!? If I have to spend another minute around those babbling idiots I think I’ll just end myself here and now-“ It’s only after his promise is made that he notices that he’s only meters away from the rest of the group.

A long, awkward silence encompasses the area for what feels like an eternity.

“It’s been a good minute now. Shouldn’t you be killing yourself by now?” Vanilla cuts though the silence with a sarcastic question.

“You’re right. Let me carry out my promise then.” Noell quickly reaches for the blade on his side and moves to pull out his sword.

“No young master! We talked about this! Suicide is not a valid response to awkward silence!” She scolds as she grabs the blade by the hilt and attempts to push it back in the scabbard.

“Let go of me you walking dumpster fire! If my own hands don’t end me, your stench will!” Noell insults.

“M-My stench? That’s so cruel young master! You know I haven’t had the chance to bath in the last four days! I can’t help that!” She says with a shiver.

“You reek of sweat and failure! Stop clinging to me! I don’t want to catch your incompetence! The thought that I’ve allowed myself to live around such mind-blogging stupidity irks me! I can’t take it anymore! Let me end it!” He shouts angrily.

“Young master! I swear there’s more to life! We can’t let it end here!” Flourette exclaims as she tries her best to push the sword back in, but Noell’s a fighter, he’s not giving up on this.

“Yeah, missed you too Noell.” Vanilla says. She then shakes her head and begins to walk into building.

“I want to say I missed you. But sorry. No, no I didn’t.” Etheline says with an apologetic smile as she hurries off with Vanilla.

“At least he’s just as cute when he’s suicidal as when he’s bloodthirsty. If you don’t gut yourself, swing by my room later. You can bring Flourette if you want. The more the merrier.” Landon says with a wink as he walks off.

“1 hour was far too short.” Is all Rea says before leaving with Bradford in hand.

“If any of you need a shower or medical treatment, each room comes with a shower and there’s a medical station on the lower floors. I’ll show you around.” Damon suggests as he walks away as well, leaving you to be the only one watching as Flourette desperately keeps Noell from spilling his guts on the nice grass.

Well, looks like you’ve got some free time, what you do from here on out is your choice.

>Free time! More often referred to as Respite, these are times in the story where you don’t have a pressing mission or event to handle at the moment and so you can spend some time doing whatever you what.

>There’s any number of things you can do from hanging out with specific people to learn more about them and improving your bonds with them or you can spend time researching the environment or gathering information that will be useful later missions or you can devote some time to yourself, training your mind and body to gain more LIFE, or getting newer and better weapons.

>Tis the will of the majority, these next 8 days will be whatever you want them to be. However, bare in mind that time is not infinite. Each day will be divided into 3 sections, Morning, Afternoon and Night. Whenever you choose to commit to any action, you’ll be taking varying amounts of time to finish said action.

>Some actions are easy to finish and barely take any time at all, let’s call these Free actions. Stuff like looking around an area or going to grab an object will cost you no real time. But other actions like hanging out with someone, doing research, training and other actions that require your focus and dedication will take out large portions of your day, some tasks might even consume your entire day or even multiple to complete.

>Putting it simply, manage your time correctly and have fun!

You wonder for a moment if you should intervene and stop Noell from killing himself, you are his friend after-all. But then, what kind of friend would you be if you stopped your friend when he’s so determined to do something?

Since Damon seems to be doing a tour, you might want to join him since this place seems way too big for you to go exploring on your own.

What will you do?

>Join Damon on tour of the house

>Intervene between Noell and Flourette

>>2728813
>Intervene between Noell and Flourette
*friends theme plays in the background*

>>2728813
>Intervene between Noell and Flourette
Seems like Derrick is gonna have to act as a group counselor. Let's try to see if we can get him to join us on the tour and be on his best behavior. Like it or not he has to stay here

>>2728833
>>2728844

>I guess I'll stop you from committing suicide. B-But not because I care or anything.

>Posting

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You watch as Damon gathers up everyone else and takes them in on a tour of his massive house.

However, you don’t join immediately, instead, you walk over to where your precious friend is attempting to cut open his stomach and speak.

“If you’re gonna end yourself, at least do it where I can’t see you. Now I’m obligated to help you.” You state.

Your statement catches both Noell and Flourette off-guard, causing Noell to weaken the grip on his sword for just long enough that Flourette can pull it out and keep it away from him.

“Damn you! That sword is of dire importance to the line of Cromwell! Sewer Scum like you has no right holding it!” He exclaims.

“Sewer Scum!?” You see a shiver run straight down her spine, but she resists it and shakes her head as she speaks, “That may be true. But even if you have the right to wield it, doesn’t mean you have a right to spill your blood all over it!” She counters.

“What was that?” He asks angrily, his eyes narrowing at her.

She dresses back from Noell’s death stare, “Such cold eyes, they remind me of your father. Speaking of which, what would he think of you ending yourself here and now? When your journey’s barely even begun?” She asks.

Noell’s eyes go wide at question, after the surprise fades away, a dark shadow of contemplation runs over his face.

He goes silent, opting Flourette to keep speaking, “You’re prince to the great land of Brenho. You have a duty to your people to keep living, you have a duty to the throne to become the best king you can be. You have a duty to your father to become the best warrior you can be.” She lists off his various responsibilities.

“And you have a promise to me that you would try your best to become a person you’re proud of.” She says in a sincerely saddened voice.

Something bright flashes in Noell’s eyes when he hears Flourette’s words, he raises his head, all the anger and annoyance gone, replaced by his typical apathetic face,

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He apologizes.

“Whoa, did I suddenly go deaf in one ear or what? Did Noell ‘Whipper-Snapper’ Cromwell just apologize? And to Flourette of all people?” You ask.

He shakes his head, as if he’s shaking off all the bad thoughts and negativity inside it and speaks, “Don’t add such strange titles to my prestigious name, you’re sullying my honor. You can be put to death for that.” He states as he walks over to Flourette.

“Well sorry, but seeing you say ‘sorry’ to anyone, especially Flourette kinda blew me away, been happening a lot to me today, so I’m getting a little tired of it.” You state.

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"Are you surprised that a royal possess proper manners? If I’ve made a mistake or done something to offend someone, I say I’m sorry because it’s the correct thing to do." He states.

"I’m not like you, who doesn’t even have the common decency to apologize for your mistake.” He counters.

“Huh? Who have I offended and what mistake have I made?” you ask.

“Me, and your birth.” He states as he stands in front of Flourette.

He looks up to Flourette, she holds the blade to her chest and squeezes it tightly, clearly still afraid to give it back, “Hand me that blade.” He demands.

“Are you still intent harming yourself? Even if it’s you, I refuse to take an order that will lead to your destruction young master.” She states adamantly.

“Do I look like I'm going to kill myself you 1/2-IQ Harlot? Do I look like I’m going to ruin the honor of that blade by wasting it on ending my life? Hand that sword over before I take it from you.” He commands.

A Shiver so strong that it looks like a bolt of lighting struck her head runs through Flourette’s entire body, “Ahn…1/2 IQ Harlot…that’s the best one yet…Sure, as you wish master.” Flourette complies in a moaning voice, handing the sword back to him just like that.

“Uh, Flourette? You okay? Did his insult give you an intense headache? You’re moaning in pain.” You question.

“Huh? In pain? I mean, Yeah! By best, I meant worst, that has to be the most hurtful one he’s thrown at me yet! That gave me one major headache! Young master, it hurts when you call me terrible names like that! You can’t do that to me, especially not in public!” Flourette exclaims in a slightly nervous tone.

“hmph.” Is all she gets in return as he walks towards the building.

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You speak as he passes by, “You can hide your embarrassment behind as many insults as you want. But it doesn’t change the fact she’s right, I don’t know a damn thing about your life, but how would your father feel to learn his son offed himself?” you ask.

He stops and looks you in the eye as he speaks, “You’re right about one thing. You don’t know anything about my life. If my Father learned of my death, he’d probably be glad he didn’t have to come up with some excuse not to kill me himself.” He states as he walks away.

Flourette quickly follows after him, leaving you alone in this massive front yard. Turns out his family is more complex than you expected. You’ll have to ask him about that later.

>Knowledge gained! Noell’s family situation

But for now, everyone’s headed off into the building, so you best catch up now.

Time: 11:23 AM, Morning

Location: Numere Lodge, Living room

You enter through a pair of thick and slightly heavy glass doors to step into what must be the coziest living area you’ve ever seen.

The cabin-style becomes much more pronounced once you step inside, the log paneling gives the place a feeling of being almost perfectly natural, built up by the strength of the trees outside and lives in harmony with them.

The natural feeling is only emphasized by the cobblestone fireplace in the center of the room, a chimney flows the smoke to outside, leaving only the pleasant smell of lightly burning wood within the room and the heat of a nice fireplace is extra-warming after getting off that frozen death-trap of a mountain.

Add the various ornaments and taxidermy lining the room and you can certainly believe this was a place where hunters would go out and hunt the beasts of the wild and bring back trophies from their prize to show off to all the other hunters.

However, the place isn’t perfectly natural, there are touches of the modern world scattered around the place.

Freshly bought couches that sinks at and fits to the form of whatever touches it, making even just touching it feel pleasant.

Up-to-date newspapers and magazines line every table, ensuring whoever lives here the benefit of always knowing what’s happening out in the world despite being so far disconnected out here in the middle of the woods.

Honestly, you thought the outside was impressive, but actually walking around inside this place just confirms this place was just as amazing as you thought it was, maybe more, this is only the living room after all.

You look over to see the group is still here, Everyone’s found a nice place to sit, Vanilla stands up, leaning against a wooden post reading a newspaper, looking impatient.

Rea took a single person chair and appears to be enjoying a magazine about the lives of the richest men in the world. Landon appears to be having a nice conversation with Damon as he leans up against a long couch, where Etheline sits down, tinkering with a few of her gadgets.

Damon and the rest of the group quickly turn around as they notice your entrance.

Damon is the first to speak, “Ah, I’ve see you’ve finally decided to join us again Mr.Holums.” He states.

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“Ah, the blonde ass is finally here. Took you a damn while. I can only read so many Yorknew Times stories before my brain goes numb from the under-researched bullshit.” Vanilla adds.

“What were you doing outside there for so long? Was the forest air that tasty?” Landon questions.

“I was talking with Noell and Flourette. Couldn’t have that Emo killing himself after-all. Where they go by the way? I don’t see them or Bradford.” You question.

“They just left actually. They went straight to their rooms as soon as they learned the location.” Rea answers.

“Noell’s such a jerk. He came in suddenly after getting over his suicidal pang, I was a bit worried about him, so I asked if he was alright. But then he ignored me, asked Damon where the rooms where and just rushed off with Flourette without talking to anyone!” Etheline explains.

“And Bradford?” you ask.

“Ah, your friend was beginning to relapse into critical condition, so I had our doctor take him in to stabilize him.” Damon explains.

“Which is great, I’m pretty sure Regina’s shoulders were about to break with all that weight on her back.” Landon states.

“Tell me about it. He has far too much protein intake. Having that much muscle isn’t even beneficial, once you reach past a certain limit, it takes more oxygen to move your body because of all the weight. It might be even worse than obesity, considering muscle is heavier than fat.” She explains

“That sounds terrible! If you want, I could give you an amazing massage. Just stop by my room later, and we can-“

“You keep up that sexual harassment and I’ll give you an improvised vasectomy.” Rea completely shuts down Landon’s advances.

“Haha. You’ve got a scary sense of humor. I was only joking too.” Landon says with a frightened tone.

“Who told you that was a joke?” Rea asks.

“Now, now. No need for confrontation. Since Derrick is here, how about we continue with our tour?” Damon asks.

“Sure. I’m tired of sitting around on my ass.” Vanilla states.

“Guess I’ll have to finish up this project later.” Etheline states, packing up her strange looking equipment.

“We’ll continue our talk later, correct?” Landon asks Damon.

“Of course. Let’s just commence the tour first.” He answers.

Everyone gathers up and readies themselves as Damon walks up and stands in front of you all.

“Now then. In this house, we have everything a person needs to live comfortable and happily, plus a little bit extra. Medical stations, Workshops, recreational centers, Dining areas and gyms.” He lists off.

“A workshop? Great! I needed a place with some proper tools to finish up my next big project!” Etheline exclaims happily.

“A Recreational center, hm? I could use a good distraction from all the violence for a moment. Sounds fun.” Landon states.

“You had me at Dining area. Hard to keep up the good fight on empty stomach.” Vanilla states

“In addition to those main facilities. We also have a good number of bedrooms on the upper floors which have a well-cleaned bathroom and working internet connection. There’s also a large library on the upper floors which I use as my personal study, but you’re open to read up on the subject matter I’ve collected if you so wish.” He explains.

“I suppose that’s where we’ll continue our little chat?” Landon questions.

“That’s exactly right. I’ll spend most of my time there. So, if anyone wants to find me, your best bet is heading to the study during the day or afternoon. The only times I won’t be there are in the nights when I have to sleep or in the early morning, when I’ve gone off to see if anymore applicants have made an early arrival.” He states.

“Understood. I may have to consult you on a few things, so I’ll be sure to find you with that schedule.” Rea states.

“Glad to be of assistance.” He states.

“Now, let’s get this tour started. First, let’s go to the medical station.” He states.

“Huh? Why there?” Vanilla asks.

“It’d be best you know exactly where it is as early as possible. You’re safe in this house, but accidents do happen from time to time. It’s always good to know where you can get help when they do.” He answers.

“Damn, good point. I wanted to go get some dinner too…” Vanilla says with a pout.

“We’ll be done soon. Don’t worry, just bear with me.” Damon says as he walks off and the tour commences.

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Damon takes a right turn and heads through another pair of double doors, leading you all into a sun-laced corridor that leads to a single, brown door on the other end of the hallway.

You walk slowly towards the door, taking the time to look out the series of windows which stream the sunlight into the room.

You take a moment to enjoy the bright, beaming rays of the sun as you step through the hallway. There are trees on side of this building, meaning there’s not too much to stare at outside of this place, but that in of itself is actually kind of a benefit.

People often say that when they want a nice view, they want to be of a city or highly active street where lots of people are doing lots of things, so there’s always something new to see whenever you look out.

You disagree though, anyone who’s lived the city life should know, having something new to see every time you look out a window isn’t always fun, and it isn’t always pleasant.

Especially in a city like Yorknew, where you never know if you look out the window and see something you’re not supposed and end up being the next major show some unlucky bastard bears witness too.

For someone like you who’s lived that kind of life for so long, a place where you can look outside and see the exact same peaceful sight, every single day, is the nicest thing you can get.

You all reach the large door on the other side and Damon opens the rather thick and heavy looking wooden door and you feel a wave of cool air brush over you like a wave.

You all step through the door and quickly close it behind you. You look around the room and take in the hospital-like aroma of the room. The room takes on quite a different style from the rest of the rooms in the building.

The pleasant green paint spread out evenly to fit the open windows that allow a clear view outside and a healthy amount of sunlight to stream in.

The smell is a mix of medical supplies: Medicines, bandages, rubbing alcohol and, strangely enough, chocolate bars.

This place almost feels like it’s been cut out a hospital and fitted nicely into this place, multiple beds line the right wall and one empty and several candy wrappers in the small garbage bin next to it, that explains the chocolate smell.

“This is the medical station. We have a doctor on duty, but he seems to be away at the moment.” Damon announces.

"What kind of doctor is out of office when a patients just come in?" Vanilla asks.

"The kind that Bradford deserve to get." You answer

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"Don't say that. Our doctor is already at work. Look, your friend has already been dressed and readied." He points over to the furthermost bed in the room

You look over to see Bradford lying down silently on the long medical bed, he has a breathing mask attached to his face which controls the flow of oxygen into his body and several bandages have been added where it looks like an IV has been set-up to pump nutrients into his body.

His normal white suit and snow jacket have both been torn to rags, so they’ve given him patient greens to cloth him in their place.

"You needn't worry yourself. The doctor here is Medicine Hunter. An extremely skilled one at that. When he returns, he'll surely bring your friend back to working condition as quickly as possible." Damon states.

"If he's so skilled, why's he not in office right now?" Vanilla questions.

"Hmmm, he's probably gone to re-supply on chocolate bars. It seems he's run out." Damon points to the bin packed to spilling with chocolate bar wrappers in it.

"You want me to put my faith in a doctor that will drop a patient off, hook him to a machine, and then rush off to stock up on candy bars?" You ask.

"....Yes." Damon states.

"Oh, this place is a special kind of stupid. I can tell already." You state

“Worry not, knowing him, he won’t be gone for more than a few minutes, he just has to
have his chocolate on hand. He can’t seem to function without it.” Damon says with a refined giggle.

“A doctor eating that much chocolate? Kinda ironic.” Vanilla jokes.

“Oh please, Vanilla, Chocolate isn’t that bad for you. I eat a lot of chocolate energy bars to keep awake whenever I go at long projects.” Etheline counters.

“You’re right. I a chocolate bar or two every few days won’t do ya any harm. But I see a basket full of candy wrappers over there and the bastard’s still going for more? Must be a lard-ass.” Vanilla states.

“Hey! Some people need sugar to keep going through stressful jobs! I know, because I eat basically the same amount and I’m not fat!” Etheline exclaims.

“You don’t think you’re fat, cause all the lard is going straight to your cow-tits.” Vanilla counters.

Etheline holds her chest with her hands and goes bright red, “T-They aren’t that huge, shut up!”

“I think you’re gonna need to hit a gym or two. Once your chest’s done packing up all that mass, it will go straight to your ass. But maybe it’s too late, cause that looks fat too.” Vanilla states.

“You’re lying! Hey guys, my butt isn’t fat right? She’s just making fun of me, right?” Etheline questions with a sad look in her eyes, Vanilla’s bullying is breaking her spirit.

You struggle to come up with an answer, looks like everyone else is as well, “Speaking of gyms, how about we examine that next?” Damon saves you from the awkward conservation by continuing the tour as if nothing’s wrong.

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Is it possible to combine certain things? Like training with someone else to both increase our life and our bonds?

Everyone takes the quick escape and basically runs out the door, “Hey! Why are you guys all avoiding the question!? It’s a lie right!? She’s just making fun of me, right!? Guys!!” Etheline goes screaming in despair into the hallways.

Leaving you alone to decide whether or not to deal with that minefield. You look back to Bradford and wonder if Etheline had a point, what if the doctor doesn’t make it back in time? The wiring the doctor gave him probably won't someone with a wound that bad.

Perhaps you should stay behind and make sure...

What will you do?

>Continue with the tour

>Watch over Bradford

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>Continue with the tour
Brad should be fine. He knows how to take punishment like nobody else. And if Damon trusts this doctor I don't see why we shouldn't. Not the weirdest thing we've seen during the exam...

>>2729176

>Moving on

>Posting

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After leaving the medical room, you all play a game of hot potato with Etheline as you all collectively try and pass off responsibility for comforting Etheline to each other, making Etheline only feel more and more insecure, giving Vanilla prime capital to bully Etheline into a half-crying mess.

But she eventually comes to resolution that she’s only ‘starting to get fat’ and once she blazes her way to the gym for a few days, Vanilla won’t be able to make fun of her again.

So, she does just that by blasting to the front of the group and insisting that Damon take them straight to the gym area. He was happy to oblige considering he was already trying to do.

After heading back to the living room, you head through a hallway adjacent to the staircase leading to the second floor and walk for a few minutes until you come to a set of two doors on both sides of the hallway with a single door further ahead.

The door to your right has a sign above in that has the symbols for ‘Gym’ and the door to your left has the symbols for ‘Recreational Center’, the door further ahead has no sign, but the door is made of a strong-looking steel.

“What’s that door at the end of the hallway?” Rea questions.

“Oh, that? That’s our-“

“Oh, who cares!? Behind this door is the gym right!? Get your butts in gear people, I’ve got pounds to work off!!” Etheline exclaims loudly, cutting off Damon’s explanation.

She then rushes to the black, handless door with the gym sign and moves to push it, “Wait a moment girl, you should let me get that door for you!“

“Are you telling me you people think I can’t even open a door for myself!? That I’m not just fat, but weak too!? Ahhhh, I’ve had it up to here with being made fun of, I’m going in whether you want me too or not!” She shouts with uncontrollable rage.

This is the angriest you’ve ever seen Etheline, too bad her voice is so cute, and her sad face is so sweet that you can’t actually be intimidated by it, it almost makes you want to laugh actually, but that would only the situation worse.

She rushes the door with the force of a raging bull and pushes it with all her might, strangely enough the door barely even budges, only making Etheline angrier, “What the- what the heck’s wrong with this door!? Why won’t it move!?” She pushes even harder in frustration.

“No! it isn’t about your strength! That door’s special, if you try and force it forward like that you’ll regret it! Just let me get the door for you-“

“Ah, I’ve got it!” Etheline exclaims as she manages to push the door forward in her rage-filled fervor, but the door only manages to make it half-way before flying back at her.

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“Huh?” Is all Etheline can say before she gets a face full of wooden door slamming back into her face, sending her careening to the ground.

A heavy face of fear takes Damon’s face, all of you share a mix of reactions, Landon has a surprised and worried face, you’re left wondering what just happened, Rea moves to the door and begins to examine it closely and Vanilla looks to be trying her best to stifle a laugh, holding her stomach as to not let a wave of amusement flow forward.

Damon rushes to the ground before any of you can and takes Etheline in his large arms, “Are you okay girl!? That was a terrible impact, that’s why I was warning you! I’m so sorry for this to have happened to you!” The fear in his voice would make you think she had just been shot instead of face-planting into a moving door.

As Damon holds her up, you notice Etheline has an intense nosebleed, “No, I’m fine actually, it’s my pride that’s been hurt more than anything else. It was my fault for not listening. I’m just having a bad day is all.” Etheline says in a saddened voice.

“No, It’s my fault for allowing you to feel so weak in the first place! I shall take all responsibility in paying for your medical fees! Let me take you back to the infirmary!” He apologizes frantically.

“No, really it’s okay, that would only hurt my pride more. Let me up, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks.” She wipes away the blood under her nose with her arm, creating bloody smudge marks on her upper lip.

Damon notices this and swiftly pulls out a handkerchief, “Fine, I don't wish to bring anymore shame on you after-all. But at least allow me to do this. It’s the least I can do to apologize for allowing such a sweet and beautiful girl like yourself to be put through that.” Damon states.

Etheline’s face goes a new shade of red, different from the red bruise on her nose, as Damon wipes the blood on her lip away, “Hm, what’s this? There’s even more blood rushing from your nose now. Your wounds seem far worse than what I imagined.” He states.

“T-That isn’t because of the wound…!” Etheline exclaims in a highly nervous voice.

“Then why is your face glowing such intense shades of red? And the heat coming off your face, are you coming down with a fever?” He asks as he looks deep into her eyes, concern painted all over his face, He takes his large hand, places it on her forehead and brings his face close.

That only makes Etheline even redder though, she looks like a tomato now, “I-I-I-I’M FINE REALLY!” She shouts as she shoots up from Damon’s arms and takes his handkerchief with her, “I’M TOTALLY OKAY! SO, YOU DON’T NEED TO HOLD ME ANYMORE! LET’S JUST KEEP GOING WITH THE TOUR!” She says as she keeps the handkerchief close to her nose to keep the streams of blood flowing out of them from hitting the floor.

Damon cranes his head to the side, concern mixed with confusion, “I don’t really understand, but if you truly believe you’re suitable to keep going, I guess we can continue.” He concedes to Etheline.

He moves forward to the door, which prompts you to turn and speak to Etheline, “Are you really okay? That door looked like it gave you a haymaker, plus your nose is bleeding a ton.” You state.

Etheline doesn’t even notice you speaking to her though, she starts giggle to herself and speaks with a low voice, “Hehe…Beautiful he called me, hehe…I was wrong, today’s a great day…” She says with a dopey smile and a bloody nose.

“That can’t be good...Seems that door knocked all the sense out of your head when it broke your nose.” You state, but clearly she’s lost in her own little world.

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“….”Rea stares silently at the door, continuously giving it a series of light pushes, which barely move the door from the starting point.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. But if you could move out of the doorway, I can open it.” Damon states.

“This door is trapped. Why?” Rea questions.

“Oh? What makes you say that?” He asks back.

“The weight behind this door isn’t due to faulty hinges or a lack of proper craftmanship. The way it snaps back is too natural. There’s something on the other side of this door that’s blocking it from open.” She states.

“Very close. It’s not being kept closed, it’s being hard to make open. Also, it isn’t exactly trapped, the door was made for the purpose that Ms.Etheline was so unfortunate to demonstrate.” He explains.

“Made for that purpose of sending people away?” She asks.

“Made for the purpose of sending people who can’t open it away.” He answers.

After that, he steps in front of the door and pushes with one hand, the door eases open under his large hands and within seconds he has the full door open wide enough that everyone can walk inside.

The room is, wider than any room you’ve seen in this house, multiple punching bags of varying size and shape hang near a small boxing ring which gives you the impression that this is some kind of boxing gym, but once you look around a little more, you see this actually a multipurpose gym.

Handle bars, long mats, swing bars and every other kind of equipment made for the building of muscle and endurance, clearly a calisthenics area.

There’s also a weight training area, sets of dumbbells reach far enough to cover the entire length of the room, starting at 0.5kg weights and ending with 1000kg weights, wait, is that even humanly possible to lift with each arm?

Then you get to the large weights, which follow the same standard 10kg and end at 1000kg, the maximum a person can lift in this gym is around two tons, you don’t think that’s physically possible, but there has to be some reason they’re here, or even exist in the first place.

While you and the group are admiring the amazing workout area, Rea turns her attention back to the door, where she quickly finds the answer to her question, “I see now…” She whispers to herself.

“Do you understand now?” Damon questions happily, impressed by her perceptiveness.

“Yes. I see that whoever made this door must be clinically insane.” She answers.

That gets a chuckle out of him, “You may just be right about that. But her insanity has proven useful to the Hunter Organization too many times for us to doubt her methods. Even if they’re…unorthodox in nature.” He explains.

“What are you two talking about?” Etheline turns around upon hearing the two’s conversation and gasps when she notices it as well.

“What is that! No wonder, the door felt so heavy! What evil person would install that death-trap!” Etheline exclaims, causing you all to turn around and face it as well, that when you see it.

Above the door, there’s a series of pulleys and ropes that connect directly to the door’s hinges, when you trace where these wires and ropes lead, you see a set of metal bars stacked on top of each other, each with numbers inscribed on them, along with a metal bar that sticks through the holes that lie in-between each of the metal bars.

At the top of the first metal bar, you see the numbers 0.5-1kg and below that you see 1-2kg. Continuing down, you eventually reach the numbers, 199-200kg which is currently where the metal bar is set.

“You’ve got to be joshing me.” Vanilla asks in annoyed surprise.

“Damon, is this the only doorway into the gym?” Rea asks.

“Yes, it is. There are no other entrances.” He answers.

“As I suspected. Whoever made this machine is clearly trying to kill to anyone who enters here.” She states.

“Well, kill is the wrong word, severely maim would be more her style.” Damon corrects.

“The point still stands. The way this system is set-up, whoever opens this door would have to lift 200 pounds of metal every single time the door is open and if the person opening it were to make a mistake. At worst it could break someone’s neck with the ensuing impact.” She states.

“Once again. You’re looking at it from the wrong stand-point. She’s not trying to kill anyone, or at-least, I don’t believe she’s trying to kill anyone.” He attempts to explain.

“You keep mentioning this ‘she’, who is ‘she’? And what is the purpose of this door, if not to kill someone?” Rea asks.

“To keep scrawny bitches like yourself out of my gym.” A new voice suddenly calls out.

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You all turn around to face an intense-looking woman, or at-least, she looks like one. Her muscles remind you more of a military veteran and her clothes do too.

She wears a camouflage green tank-top that only covers her chest, leaving her full, toned 8-pack on view. Her arms look thick with toned muscle as well, hell, her whole body looks like it’s been refined to combat perfection.

You would’ve mistaken her for a professional body-building man, if it wasn’t for the full, large breasts on her chest and her feminine face, which is making a very un-feminine grimace at you all currently, “The hell is this pride parade? Who let a bunch weaklings like you dainty losers in here?” She asks.

“Excuse me? That seems a bit rude. We don’t even know each other and you’re calling us weak?” Etheline asks, clearly offended.

“Who gave you the right to speak you spring chicken? I was asking the fucker who let you all in here to talk.” She says as she gives Etheline the evil eye.

Etheline flinches under her gaze, “W-Why are you so angry? We’re only here on tour-“

“Didn’t you hear me? Or are your ears stuffed with as much cotton as the rest of your fluffy-ass body? Talk again, and I’ll rip out your stuffing with my bare teeth. Got it?” She threatens.

That causes Etheline to shoot back with fear, “Y-Y-Yes miss.” She says as she hurries out of her sight.

“My question still hasn’t been answered. Which of you dumbfucks managed to open that door, there’s no way it was more than one of you that managed to do it, all of you look like you’ve never ever seen a heavy weight in your life.” She states.

“Okay, where the hell do get off? What makes you think you can talk down to us like that?” Vanilla steps in.

“Oh great, bean counter number 2, who the fuck are you and were you the one who opened my door?” She asks.

“No I didn’t open your stupid door. And if you wanna know my name is Van-“

“Yeah, shut up, I lost interest in you the moment you said you weren’t the one. Next.” She says, ending the conversation.

“You bitch! You can’t just end the conversation just like that!" Vanilla shouts in frustration.

"Listen here, the only person permitted to bully Pinky to tears is me! I’ll fight for you for hurting her!” Vanilla states.

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“Ohhhh, you wanna test me bitch? Just letting you know now, you fuckers interrupted me while I was in the middle of my regiment. So I’m pissed beyond words, you fucks should be grateful I haven’t floored all your asses already.” She states.

“The hell was that? You think you can take us all on?” She questions.

“With both my arms tied behind my back, my right foot missing and my second eye poked out. You guys are fucking jokes, too sad I ain’t laughing.” She declares.

Okay, you were trying to analyze the situation by keeping quiet, but that last line got on your nerves. Who the hell does she think she is? Taking all of you on with nothing but her left foot? She’s just screwing with you.


“Now, I’mma ask one more time before I run out of patience. Let me ask real slow so you retards understand. Which.Of.You.Opened.The.Door.” She says, one word at a time.

“Now, I don’t think we have any reason to answer someone as rude as you.” Rea cuts-in

A deep smile takes the woman’s face, “What did you just say?” She asks, but she clearly already knows the answer, considering she’s taking up a fighting stance

“Is this a big fight brewing!? How exciting, let me in on the action!” Landon exclaims as he takes up his fighting stance.

“You’re one scary lady, but you’re not so scary when I’m with all my friends! Let’s teach her a lesson guys!” You see Etheline reach for a weapon hidden somewhere on her person.

“I wasn’t expecting a fight. But you seem to be desperate for one, fine, I’ll indulge you.” Rea’s starts to move before anyone else.

“All of you! Calm yourselves.” Damon’s voice cuts through the chaos and brings you all back to reality.

Despite his voice being only half as loud as everyone else’s in the room, his words were still heard the clearest, his presence alone amplifying his reserved voice.

You look back to see a slightly annoyed look on his face, like a father staring at a bunch of children who are playing too rough.

“This is a tour. Not a fight club. I’m sorry for my subordinate’s words, but I’ll have to ask that you refrain from returning her provocations. Sadly, that’s just the kind of woman she is.” He says with a bow.

That apology reaches everyone loud and clear, all the vigor and rage subsides as if it was never there, “Ahhh, who just cock-blocked me!? We were just getting to the good part-Wait, that voice, it couldn’t be.” The provocative woman asks.

Damon lets out a light sigh, “Yes, Ms.Cynthia. It’s me.”

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Without another word being said, the strange woman, who’s apparently named Cynthia, dashes forward like a cougar , faster than your eyes are capable of keeping up with.

by the time she becomes visible again, she’s already pounced unto Damon, glomping and latching unto his large chest.

“Woah! Fast as always I see! I could barely react in time for that!” He exclaims in response.

“I have to keep running fast! Or else you might slip away from me again!” She exclaims in a much more feminine voice than before.

Completely different than her previous persona, Cynthia holds unto Damon like a little girl hugging her father, making cute, girly noises as she rubs her face into his chest.

He puts his large hands to her arms and attempts to force her off, but she’s clamped unto his massive frame and she clearly isn’t letting go.

“Ms.Cynthia! You needn’t keep hugging me for so long! I think it best you let me go now!” He requests.

“But I can’t! I haven’t seen you in so long that I just can’t let go.” She denies his request.

“I’ve only been away 2 hours! And that was only to pick-up my guests here!” He states.

“Two hours away from your heavenly scent is like two years for me! Ahhh, it’s your fault for smelling like raw testorone and nice flowers, you know that kind of smell flips my switch.” She states as she snuggles deeply into his chest, burying her face into it and taking deep breaths.

Damon goes bright-red at this, “You shouldn’t say such embarrassing things in-front of others! We have eight new guests watching this!” Damon tries to reason with her.

“Like I care if a bunch of scrawny worms see me appreciating a real man like you. Let them watch, I want those little bitches to see what having real strength gets you.” She says in a clearly aroused voice.

“Ms.Cynthia!!” Is all Damon can respond with as he tries even harder to pry her off, but she only responds by locking her legs around his hips and begins grinding in a way that turns this entire scene turning into something that would probably get banned on live-television.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Etheline has no words, only moans of confusion.

“Yo, I thought the bitch was crazy, but like…Yooooooooo…” Even Vanilla is at a loss for words.

Rea is covering her eyes to the spectacle, bright-red in the face of this blatant perversion.

“Oh boy, now that’s a proactive woman. She keeps pulling even when he keeps pushing. That’s the way sister, even if they say no they really mean yes!” Landon proudly exclaims.

“Okay, should we just…dip out until you’re done here?” You ask.

You feel like you should turn away. But her hip movements are complex and intense, making it hard not to stare at the way she masterful grinds against Damon’s crotch from that ensnared position.

Eventually, he manages to pull her powerful arms off his frame. But that wasn’t enough, the woman is like an extra-horny boa constrictor, the moment he pulls her arms off, she keeps herself attached to his body with her powerful legs and decides to take it up a notch.

With an evil smile on her face, she takes advantage of Damon’s inability to stop her while his arms are out wide. She reverses the positions of her arms and legs, her extra-flexible body contorting her spine at a 120 degree angle, allowing her to grab unto Damon’s thighs with her arms and release her legs, which she proceeds to carry to his face.

She leg-locks Damon’s head, pressing her crotch directly against his mouth and nostrils, preventing him from screaming or breathing. Incapable of keeping his balance, he falls to the ground with a heavy thud, letting Cynthia stay on-top of him in the same position.

As she brings her head to his crotch, she speaks, “Sorry, but you’re not tearing me away this time. This time, you will give me what I want.”

With no more words, she nimbly uses her teeth to bite down on Damon’s fly and slowly open it up.

“Oh dear Christ! Shouldn’t we be doing something to stop this!?” You ask, blown away by how far this is going.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Etheline’s mind has left the building.

“Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…” And Vanilla’s tagged along for the ride.

It seems Rea was keeping a small peephole between her fingers, because despite her hands obscuring her vision, the way she shakes her head as if to look away, only to come back and continue staring proves she’s seeing everything.

“Oh man, that’s a great technique. You can have your way with your partner, while simultaneously cutting off the breathing and stopping them from screaming out! This is great stuff, what else have you got?” Landon is happily taking notes.

“I can’t even…” how did you even up in this situation?

Damon struggles to find a place to put his hands that isn’t Cynthia’s butt or her private parts, so he settles for pushing at her stomach to force her off. He pushes up, using as much of his strength as he can from that position, but only manages to pull Cynthia’s crotch from his face so he can catch his breath, all the while, Cynthia continues to pull down his zipper with her teeth.

“Don’t worry about me! Continue on, it seems the tour has to end here unfortunately!” He announces.

Cynthia brings her crotch down again to shut him up, but he quickly pushes her back up, clearly struggling to keep going, “The recreational center is behind the door just outside of this place, you can use the box over there to switch the weight on the door to let yourselves out!” He shouts as he points to a metal box hanging on the wall, adjacent from the door.

“As you can see here, my hands are currently full dealing with my subordinate! You’ll just to explore the rest of the facility on your own!” He states.

Rea rushes over to the metal box with new-found speed, her hands still over her face, but her desperation to get out drives her forward regardless.

“Wait! What about you!?” You shout, your voice filled with concern.

“Don’t worry about me! I’ll be fine, I just have to get this rowdy subordinate of mine off! Just leave!” he exclaims.

“Oh, we’ll be getting off alright. And who the hell you are calling rowdy? you haven’t seen me rowdy yet. I’ve already ripped off your zipper, Just wait till I get your underwear off, I’ll get rowdy all over your dic-“

“HURRY AND LEAVE!!!” Damon shouts over the reminder of her sentence.

Just as that shout exits his lungs, Rea manages to figure out the workings of the metal box and set’s the door to the 0.5-1kg range. Just as Damon asks, you quickly rush out of the room, grabbing Etheline and Vanilla on your way out as they can’t seem to walk out on their owns.

Rea hurries to go out with you, but as soon as you push the other two out of the way, you notice Landon's still standing there, taking notes and watching closely,

“Damn it Landon! Get moving!” You order.

“Whaaaat? Why? She said she didn’t care if we watched, I’m learning so much here!” He counters

You rush back into the room as Rea gets to the door and grab Landon by the arm and drag him, “If you want to see an animal raping someone, go watch the discovery channel! Let’s move!”

He fights back and stands his ground, “I’ve already tried that, it isn’t the same!” He states.

“What are you two doing hurry and move out before something terrible happens!” Rea exclaims as she rushes back to grab you by the arm and use both her hands to add to the amount of people pulling Landon back.

This finally causes Landon to start moving back, but what you didn’t account for was Landon’s raw strength.

Or at-least how desperate he is to stay and watch, he’s like a statue, built into the ground below, making it near impossible to pull him from his spot, not even with two people pulling him away.

“Damn it Landon! Why do you have to make this so hard!” You exclaim.

“Oh, please. Don’t act like I’m the only one getting hard here.” He states with a smile.

“You pervert! If we don’t move soon, we’ll all see something we’ll never forget! Are you sure you’re fine scarring Damon like that!? Taking away his purity like this!?” Rea questions.

“Are you both sure you don’t want to see it? I’m just curious to see what he’s carrying under those pants all day. Plus Purity’s overrated.” He counters

“Please! You all must hurry, I can feel her teeth around my-“

“Annnddd, there goes your undies.” Cynthia announces suddenly with her mouth full, you notice she has a pair of red underpants in her mouth, which she spits out onto the floor, she then takes her hand and fishes through Damon’s pants.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Damon screams.

You cover your eyes and turn away, not seeing anything that happens afterwards. You only hear the sounds

You hear the sound of Landon whistling from amazement, “Whoaaaaaaaaa, it’s more impressive than I imagined.” He compliments.

“I can’t believe you were hiding this monster from me this whole time. This is gonna be fun” Cynthia says with a lick of her lips.

“………”Rea is silently screaming, You can’t see it, or hear it, but you can feel it. Since Rea was latched onto your arm and focused on pulling as hard as possible, she didn’t realize what had happened until it came flopping out in her face.

“My honor is sullied…” Damon states sadly.

You don’t know how you got out with both your eyes and ears covered, but you slip out the door and reunite with your forlorn companions.

Well, most are forlorn, Landon quickly exits out after you, with a satisfied smile and a nod of his head,

“Mhm! Now that’s a woman that knows how to give a man some love! I sure learned a lot from that!” He says happily.

“What part of that brutal sexual assault was loving?” You ask, your voice tired.

“All of it of course silly! Didn’t you see his eyes Derrick? They were filled with a reluctant passion.” He states.

“Reluctant passion? Where I come from, we call that fear and resignation.” You state.

“What are you talking about? Are you implying he didn’t want that to happen? If that wasn’t loving engagement between two adults, what would you call it then?” He asks.

“Rape.” You answer bluntly.

“Oh, how many times do I have to tell you. Just because it looks forced, doesn’t mean it was rape. Damon was clearly asking for it.” He counters.

“The only thing Damon was asking for was someone to stop this before it happened. Too bad none of us listened.” You state.

“Oh please, what his mouth said isn’t what matters. The body is the best way to test someone’s honesty. And the way his manhood stood high and proud when she took off his underpants can’t lie.” He retorts.

“Well, I wasn’t staring like you were and honestly I don’t care. Rape is rape. And that was rape, too bad we can’t help him now that we’ve already ran off. Best just to comply with his final wishes for us to continue working our way through the facility.” You counter.

“Oh, you’re just so stubborn about this. Fine, since we clearly won’t agree on what’s really going on in there. Let’s just continue where we left off.” He says with a pout.

“I’m just gonna ignore you. You heard him ladies, the door’s just behind you all. Let’s move.” You announce.

But upon announcing, you notice that all three of them are still completely lost.

Rea has put her back to the wall, her hands have moved from her face to her knees. She rocks back and forth against the wall, whispering, “I didn’t see anything…I didn’t see anything…I didn’t see anything…” to herself over and over again.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”, “Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…” Etheline and Vanilla are still mentally vacant, which means only you and Landon have your minds together well enough to keep going.

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“Well shit.” You state.

“Looks like we’ll be alone together for this next part. Are you excited?” He asks.

“I’m putting the police on speed-dial for my phone.” You state.

“Oh, you silly!” He exclaims, laughing, “The police can’t reach all the way out here.” He says through his laughter.

“Fuck my life…” You whisper as you walk over to door leading to the Recreation room, ready for whatever might come of it.

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Okay. Now that I've posted a truckload of words and...whatever that was is done.

I'll be stopping here for tonight. I think you and me both need a second to absorb that long wall of posting.

I have tons left to post, but I don't think there's enough time in the night for me to post it all, so for the reminder of the time, why not ask me some questions about the story and I'll answer?

But first, a question to you all. What do you think of the new characters this episode? Few more to come, but so far, how do you like them?

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>>2729623
Pic related

>>2729629
Being Derrick is suffering

>>2729696
If you wanna play Fuck Quest just say so

>questions
I like Damon but fuck Cynthia

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Okay I'm back. Time to resume this adventure.

>>2729772

Believe it or not, I didn't even know Fuck Quest had returned. Isn't it a week early? I have to catch up.

>Posting

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You open the glass door and step in to find yet another large and pristine room of this house, though this one is much more wet than the others.

A pool the size of a small lake sprawls out, taking up 60% of the massive area. The parts of the ground that aren’t water are covered in small game areas.

Tables for Pool, poker, darts and pretty much any other board game you can imagine.

There also appears to be a small mini-bar, lined with delicious wines, liquor, whiskeys and various other spirits, with a nice section filled with non-alcoholic juices and different brands of water.

You walk across the platform around the pool, trying your best not to get vertigo, kinda hard considering the deepest parts of this pool reach around 10ft in depth, meaning the further you go along this poolside, the more you feel like you’re staring into the depths of the ocean rather than a house pool.

Eventually you decided to stop wandering the length of the pool and wander over to the game section with Landon, you walk up to the poker table and examine it.

You see a collection of metal chips, a rainbow of colors dictating monetary value: white, pink, red, blue, green, black and purple. All stacked near sets of multiple kinds of decks, each 55 cards exactly, but once you examine each stack, you notice they all have different designs.

One deck has the classic king, Queen, Jack and Number cards, but another deck has tarot cards designs, while another has designs depicting famous cartoon characters, even ones from the japponese cartoons you used to enjoy.

After examining the cards on the table, you check out the table itself, you run your hand across it feel the thick and soft felt material on top, you then run your hand along the strong and smooth wood that makes up the legs and edges of the table.

“Oh amazing, this poker table is a mixed-type.” Landon states.

“Mixed type?” You ask

“By that, I mean it’s a mix of classic and modern type design.” Landon comes closer to you and puts a gentle, gloved hand across the table’s surface.

“This felt cloth is common among newer tables, they allow the cards and chips to move more smoothly you see?” He emphasis his point by nimbly grabbing a card from the tarot deck with two fingers, pressing it down on the table and running across the full length of the table at varying degrees of speed.

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“This way no one struggles to move or throw their cards around.” He states as he stops moving the card and pulls it up from the table and uses it to point at the wooden parts of the table.

“However, this wooden part is from a much older generation. When poker was starting to get famous in Yorknew, tables were made from pure wood just like this, but they had no table cloth. This was made specifically after that style because this table has five legs rather than four.” He points out.

“Hm? Oh.” You look over to see he was correct, the table has four legs, propping up the four corners, but it also has a fifth leg underneath the dealer’s seat, holding up the indentured section.

“Those were added back in the day to ensure that the table wasn’t made lop-sided due to the indentation of the dealer’s seat. The tables were in more of a semi-circular shape you see. So it was necessary then, but this table takes the modern circular design. So, I doubt it needs it, meaning the maker added it purely for style. How cute.” Landon giggles to himself

“Man. I never knew any of that. You’re more knowledgeable than I expected.” You state.

“Is it that surprising? I love researching random trivia you see. Makes for interesting talking points when meeting someone new.” He explains.

What will you say?

>You're less shallow than I expected

>If only you talked like this more often, people would find you more likable

>You're still a massive creeper. Don't get a big head.

>>2732881
>If only you talked like this more often, people would find you more likable

>>2732881
>>If only you talked like this more often, people would find you more likable

>>2732825
Seems you weren't the only one unfortunately. Lots of people didn't know the break ended. Really sucks because being there when everyone was losing their shit was so fun and hectic. Glad I could make, you could never get the same experience from just reading the archives.

>>2732881
>If only you talked like this more often, people would find you more likable

>>2732893
>>2732927
>>2732940

>Less perversion, less problems

>Writing

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"If only you talked like this more often, people would find you more likable" You state.

"Well, you don't find that many opportunities to drop random trivia in the middle of life or death battles. Plus it's more effective when the situation is right." He explains.

"That doesn't change the fact that people would like you more if you knocked off the pseudo-rapist jargon. If you have all this extra stuff to talk about, why not give it a go?" You ask.

"Well, I happen to consider myself quite the comedian. So rather than waste my conversation topics on small talk, I enjoy giving people a good laugh." He explains.

"The last thing people do to creepy sex jokes is laugh. You'll be lucky if the worst someone gives you is a disgusted glare." You state.

"Well that's rude. Why do you think the only thing I've got is sex jokes?" He asks.

“Well, if I’m being honest. I thought all you had in that head was creepy sex jokes. Makes you look and feel like a creep.” You state.

“That hurts! My jokes may be creepy! But that doesn’t mean I’m actually a creep!” He throws his arms out in exaggerated rage.

“I’d be inclined to believe you if I hadn’t known you for more than a day. Hm?” You notice that the tarot card-style playing card in his hand is depicting the sixth major tarot, Lovers.

“Huh? What are you staring at?” He asks, but then he follows where your eyes are to see the card in his hands.

“Oh my. So, they have playing cards like these huh? How romantic! Of all the cards for me to pull, the lovers! In this situation it must be fate that I pulled this card out! The gods above wish for us to share love!” He shouts.

“You can keep your love to yourself, not interested. But it is kinda cool they have tarot cards for playing cards here huh?” You note.

“Oh? You know about tarot cards?” he asks.

“Yeah actually. Not too much, but I do know about the 22 major arcana. Couldn’t tell you about the minor ones though.” You answer.

“Interesting. Where’d you learn about them?” he asks.

“Some weird lady came by our bar once. She had a bunch of them and was selling fortunes to the drunken idiots who were desperate to learn if their futures were screwed or not. But I think If they were dumb enough to believe in fortune-telling then I say they were screwed right from the beginning.” You state.


“You think fortune-telling is fake?” he asks.

“As fake as the people telling them. I didn’t fall for the over-priced fortune-telling crap. But she was giving out free personality readings for which major arcana best suited you. I didn’t have any work to do that night, so I was bored enough to try it out.” You answer.

“Very interesting. Which card did she pull out for you?” He asks.

“The 19th tarot, the Sun. She told me it represented limitless innate power and the ability to illuminate other people’s lives with my golden shine.” You answer.

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“That’s amazing and accurate. You’ve certainly brighten my life after-all, did getting that reading change your mind about fortune-telling a little?” he asks.

“Hell no. If anything, it made it worse. I don’t feel very powerful and I’m not trying to make anyone’s lives better. And I feel like she added that golden shine part to make fun of my hair. I told Maxwell to chase that gypsy out with the biggest broom he could find.” You answer.

“How mean. I guess that means you’re not a believer in fate than?” He asks.

“I don’t care for the idea of some divine or otherworldly force making all my choices for me. That sounds like hell to me.” You answer.

“That’s fine. But I’ll have you know I’m a hard believer in fate. I believe in every form of fate. From the red-string that ties lovers together, to the iron slate that seals all of humanity’s fate.” He states.

“That sounds like a bunch of Mumbo-Jumbo to me. What makes you such a hard believer?” you ask.

That same sad smile and forlorn look takes his face again, “It’s not a story I like to re-tell. Let’s just say I’ve been a subject to the whims of fate for a very long time. I love and fear fate for what it is. That’s why I believe.” He answers.

“….” You can’t find a proper response to those words.

He wipes the sadness off his face by making an even bigger smile than before and closing his eyes as he speaks, “But enough about that! There’s another reason why this stroke of fate is so amazing! I’ve also done a personality test for my major tarot! And guess what! It’s lovers!”

“Huh, what a coincidence. That’s pretty amazing. What does lovers represent again?” You ask.

“It means a bunch of things. Primarily associated with love, kinship and, of course, sex." He begins.

"It also stands for things like resisting temptation, strength from others and having many faces.” He finishes.

“Having many faces? What’s that mean?” you ask.

“It means being able to have many different personalities separate from your real one. Being able to act like a completely different person, like having an entirely new face. Many people interpret that as being fake or lying about yourself." He explains.

"But I believe it means that I’m adaptable! That I’m a great actor that can play many different roles! It makes me so proud of myself!” He exclaims happily as he begins spinning on his heels in circles, holding the card up like a lover.

“Uh huh. Are you really a good actor?” you ask.

He stops spinning abruptly, causing him to end turning his back to you as he speaks, “Of course Derrick.” He answers.

He turns his head back to you, that same smile behind closed eyes as he continues, “I’m an excellent actor.”

After that exchange, you continue to explore the recreation room. You find not only do they have a table for poker, they also have one for baccarat, mahjong, checkers and dominoes

“Jeez. This place has a small casino’s worth of fun and games. They’ve got something for everyone here. Reminds me of the bar.” You state.

“Oh, you mean the one you invited me to? Is it as amazing as this place?” He asks excitedly.

“Hell no. Maxwell, set the place up with gambling tables cause it earns him behind the door bucks. And the tables aren’t nearly as well made as this stuff.” You answer.

“I swear, that doddering, old cheapskate doesn’t spend a dime on anything that ain’t his own luxury. The only thing he puts real money in are his hobbies, like drink collecting, or up-keeping that his old piano-huh?” As the word piano escapes your mouth, you notice something amazing ahead.

“What is it? What are you looking at-Whoa! That’s incredible!” Landon exclaims in an equally impressed voice.

Just ahead of you, you see a small room at the end of this huge section, closed in behind a pair of thick glass doors with the symbols for Music room above them and a music room it is, as behind the glass doors you see a collection of guitars, acoustic, bass and electric along with drums, flutes, saxophones and the thing that catches your interest the most, a grand piano.

“Speak of the devil! That looks just like Maxwell’s favorite piano!” You state as you start to run ahead.

“Hey! Wait up!” Landon shouts while running to catch up with you who’s already through the barreling through the doors, excited beyond words.

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As you burst through the doors, it feels like you enter a whole new world, the first thing you notice is how different sound travels in here. The rest of the Recreational center had windows open that lead outside, meaning the sound-waves were free to travel anywhere without impediment.

That’s not the case here, all the sound-waves in this place are either bouncing off the wall or out-right nullified by them.

The sound of you bursting through doors is completely contained and disappears quickly, eaten by the studio quality walls of this room. When you stop for a second to analyze the room, it feels like your ears go slightly deaf.

The air in this place is so still it’s like a vacuum, “Jeez, you shouldn’t run so suddenly. My legs hurt a little from having to run down that mountain for 4 days.” Landon says sadly.

Despite the still air, his voice is still so clear, in fact, it sounds even better than it previously did.

“Oh my. Is this a Music Studio?” He reaches the exact same conclusion you did upon entering the place.

“I don’t know. But it sure looks like it.” Looking around, aside from the droves of instruments, you also see a variety of soft looking viewing couches, above you, thick, black speakers cover every corner of the room. And just behind, you see windows leading into what looks like a recording room.

You put your hand up against the glass pane and peer in, “I can’t see anything. Why are the lights cut off here? Hell, why is there a recording room in this place? I don't think musicians pass through hunter’s lodges much.” You ask.

“I doubt that. From the way this room is set-up, I believe this was added on very recently. Probably only months ago.” Landon answers.

“So, it’s been here since Damon started owning it then? Must be his add-on, or one of his workers.” You state.

“Damon enjoys classical songs. He thinks rock music and the like are good, but far too loud and violent for him. I learned that during my little talk with him.” Landon states.

Sounds like Mom, “Then it must be one of his workers. But where and who is it-“

It’s then that a sound resonant from the speakers above, a light tuning sound that can only be that of an electric guitar. The sound rattles through your very bones, it’s so clear and precise with this room reverbing all the sounds back.

After the tuning sounds fade, a voice cuts through, “I have no bloody idea who you louts are. But are you ready for a fuckin’ shocker? Cause I’m about to blow your tiny little brains out with this one.” A man with a peculiar accents says through the speakers.

“Huh? Who’s there? Who is that?” You state, confused and a little frightened.

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That’s when lights flash on in the studio, allowing you to see clearly the man in question.

His gaudy purple locks are only emphasized by his tacky spandex pants and colorful jacket and undershirt. He arches his back, revealing the purple lip-stick adorning his face along with a myriad of interesting make-up designs.

He’s the very splitting image of a classic Rockstar from the 60’s-70’s, that style’s long been dead though.

He pulls the mic close to his lips and whispers sweetly, “I’m the world’s next masterpiece. The unknown hero, the star that will bring rocking of being a Rockstar back.” He announces.

“My name. Is Yaznov fuckin’ Barrini. That’s a name you better not forget. Or fuck it, I’m gonna make sure you never forget it. Cause it’s the name of the man that will the sensation that rocks this dead world." He declares.

"It’s the name of the man that’s gonna revive the genre of rock. It’s the name of the man-“ He brings his hand up, a green pick with a lighting bolt engraved into it between his fingers.

“Who’s gonna rock your world.” He states, as he brings the pick down like a lightning bolt.

https://youtu.be/15JCb6P60Vw

What rings from the speakers afterward has to be the fastest, yet cleanest cover of one of the greatest rock songs ever made.

Despite his strange way of speaking, he can mimic the original singer’s voice to perfection. It the perfect rendition of the song, each and every note and word where sung exactly note. Making for one of the cleanest covers to any song you’ve ever heard.

Soon enough, the song ends before you even realize, the music put you into a small trance where you couldn’t help but listen until the very end. You couldn’t get in a single word. You can’t believe it.

“That was…” Even Landon can’t find the words to truly describe what he’s just heard.

“Yeah. I know.” Is all you can say back, you don’t need words to confirm what’s already obvious.

The peculiar man steps out of his studio and stretches his arms, his guitar and pick still on him despite the performance being over, almost like they’re attached to his physical being, parts of his body rather than instruments to be used.

“That was goddamn amazn’ good fuckin’ warm-up if I do say so myself.” He states.

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“Warm-up!?” You and Landon exclaim in unison.

“Yeah you fuckin’ blokes, warm-up. You think that shit’s worthy of being my grand finale? I don’t even own the damn thing. That was just to get me string’n fingers ready.” He explains.

“That’s one the hardest guitar solos to master! The sheer intensity and non-stop action makes most guitarist give up because it makes them cut their fingers on their strings too often! You call that a warm-up!?” Landon exclaims.

“Damn right Red-head. Don’t you know? I’m gonna be the newest rock sensation, the next real Rockstar. If I can’t pull off a simple guitar solo, how the bloody hell am I gonna play my way to the top and revive the rock genre?” He states.

“That’s truly amazing…you’re truly amazing.” Landon compliments.

“Thanks for telling me the obvious, captain.” He states.

"What about you Golden-head? What do you think of my legendary solos?" He asks of you.

What do you say?

>That was beyond amazing!

>You're not bad, you might be going places.

>Meh. Heard it before. Get some new material.

>>2733259
>That was damn great. how good are you with making your own music?

>>2733271
Support

>>2733259
>Meh. Heard it before. Get some new material.
Wanna see how far we can take this

>>2733271
>>2733284
>>2733285

Looks like the write-in wins.

>That was damn great. how good are you with making your own music?

>Writing

"Damn, that legitimately blew my mind. Can't believe I've found a fellow rock fan on this hellish journey." You compliment.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, you must know your stuff to be able to tell real music when you hear huh?" He compliments back.

"But still. That was a little unoriginal. You can't expect to become the next rock sensation taking other people's songs right? What else you got? Something you actually own preferably." You ask.

"You must take me for a joke Lion-mane. Of course I've got my own songs, and plan to show'em off too. Thing, me and the big boss have this little event planned for it, gonna need to save the real tunes for when I show'em there." He answers.

"So you have original songs, but you won't sing them now?" Landon questions.

"Yeah, got a problem with that, file it with the boss, he's the one who told me to save the real tunes for the show." He explains

"Show? What show?" you ask.

"Now hold on a good second. You can't expect me to start explaining the major plans when I don't even know who the hell you two are." He states.

"Good point." Landon agrees.

“So, for real. Who the hell are you twats? The fuck are you doing in muh place?” He asks.

“Oh! Ah, we’re guests of Damon. We were on a tour of the house.” Landon explains.

“Ah, guests of the big boss eh? Makes sense, the massive lug always picking stray cats and dogs and giving homes here. Built like a fucking brick shithouse, but softer than a fucking bunny that one.” He states.

“But wait a bloody second. Where the fuck is he if he’s supposed to guide you?” He asks.

“Well, we were just exploring. But got separated, because of ,um, Ms.Cynthia, taking Damon for a, uh, private training session” Landon explains in the cleanest words he can.

“Oh. That crazy bitch is trying to jump his bones again? I swear, she’s got the vernacular of a rabid honey badger and the sex-drive of a stud horse." He says with a shake of his head.

"The second she catches a whiff of the big boss’s scent, she on him like a horny bloodhound. I can only hope he escapes her this time.” He states.

“He didn’t” You break to him.

“Bloody hell…” Is all he can with a shake of his head.

“So Yaznov, correct? I see you work here as a music artist?” Landon asks.

“Ah, Ah, not music artist. It’s Professional Rock Deliverer, and yes, I work for the Big Boss. Though I’m also a Hunter. Music Hunter to be exact.” He states.

“You’re a Hunter, but you work under Damon? Aren’t all Hunters equal?” Landon asks.

“Huh? Who the hell told you that nonsense? Of course not, the Hunter Organization’s filled with meritocratic hierarchies, we’ve got a ranking system and everything.” He explains.

“Ranking system?” Landon questions.

“Yeah. A star system. Hunters are ranked from 1 to 3 stars. 1-star Hunters are Hunters who’ve done remarkable feats in their own field. 2 stars Hunters are veterans who’ve mentored at least one junior Hunter. While 3-stars are masters in multiple fields of Hunting and have made remarkable achievements in all of them.” He explains.

“By the by, I’m a 1-star Hunter. My achievements in rocking people’s worlds have been treated as a national treasure by the Hunter association.” He states.

“Oh, amazing! You’ve certainly earned your title.” Landon congratulates.

“Being 1-star is amazing. Well, it used to be amazing. Means you made something of yourself. But now, all it means is that I’ve earned the basic right to do what I even joined this damn organization for. Those fucking Moon vultures sucked all the soul the organization had out.” He counters.

Wait, Moon vultures, he must be talking about Moon Medicines.

“Moon vultures?” Landon asks.

“Oh sorry, Haven’t you heard, the Hunter Organization was sold out to one the most soulless, empty-hearted, moral dead-ends of a company out there. Moon fucking Medicines.” He states.

Landon’s head perks up, “What do you mean by that?”

“Haven’t you heard about the big business Merger? Well, I guess they kept that shit under low profile, so not surprising you don’t know. Those fucking vultures bought out the company for a little over 50% of it’s stock, so they basically own the damn place.” He explains

“And in owning the damn place. They changed things up a little. Namely, they made it so 1-stars like me, work under 2-stars like Damon, cause you know, superiority in the hierarchy and all that.” He finishes.

“But wait, that doesn’t make any sense. You aren’t a junior Hunter. Why do you have to work under Damon?” you ask.

“1-star Hunters are junior Hunters now Golden head. It’s that bureaucracy shit, how’s the old saying go again, bureaucracy is the death of any achievement. I think some smart fucker said that once, can’t remember who.” He states.

You feel your blood boil a little, you ignored it the first time, but now it’s gotten on your nerves.

“Okay, you bad 60’s reject. My name ain’t Golden head, it’s Derrick Holums. You better remember that.” You correct.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist. I was just calling’em as I see’em.” He states.

“He’s really sensitive over being labelled for his blonde hair. Please, for prosperity’s sake, just call him by his name. Mine’s Augustus Landon by the way.” He says with a wink.

“Okay then. Your name’s Lanny, and his is Goldie Locks from now on then. There, that works right.” He states.

“You little bastard…” You whisper with a toxic tinge to your voice.

“You weren’t listening to me at all! I just said call him by his name! You can keep calling me Lanny though, that’s really cute.” He says happily.

“I see you’re easily heated there Goldie locks. Why not simmer down so we can keep up our little chat?” He asks while moving closer to face you.

“Why don’t you stop calling me that garbage nickname if you don't want this into a fight. Trust me, Derrick isn't that hard to pronounce believe it or not.” You state.

“Ohhhh, you’re feisty one. But too easily angered. I believe you should save all your passion for when you’re behind a mic and a good instrument. You’re shaving years off your life by getting tossed over every little thing, why not take a second to listen a relaxing tune or two?” He suggests.

“Save your passion for the mic? Real funny coming from a guy who I’ve only heard sung other people's songs.” You state.

“Damn son, you’re shadier than a tree on a sunny day. Do you think you could do any better? What talent you got?” He states.

“I could play a piano two times better. Two times faster and with two times the level of skill you got. How’s that?” You ask.

“Oh? You can play piano? So, can I.” he states.

“Huh?” You blurt out.

“I can also play flute, drums, saxophone, violin, harp, cello and of course, every form of guitar known to man. Acoustic, bass, steel, arch-top, resonator and, of course, electric.” He lists off.

“….” You’re left speechless.

“I’m my own band. I can play anything with master level skill, from old-ass classical music, to modern hip-hop, hardcore rap, jazz and rock. Did you think cause I call myself a Rockstar the only thing I could play was the electric guitar? You’re bloody soft.” He says with a smug grin.

The smile on his face tells you he’s not bluffing, so this is the skill of a professional Hunter of music, he’s not screwing around…!

What will you do?

>Admit defeat

>Challenge him further

Seems some business with my Mother has come up. I'll have to go out and help with a job.

Be back give or take 2 hours. Hopefully.

>>2733446
>Challenge him further

>>2733446
>Challenge him further
Our pride as a pianist is on the line, we can't back down now

>>2733504
>>2733597

I know it's pointless to apologize. So I just hope you all find these next parts more exciting.

>Give him a Challenge.

>Posting.

“…So, what?” You counter with your own smug grin.

“What was that?” He asks.

“So, what if you can play it all? Doesn’t mean you know any better songs than me. Even if you’re your own band. So, what? If you’ve got the skills of an afterschool marching band, it doesn’t matter if you can play the drum and the tuba. You’re still trash.” You state.

You wiped the smug grin off his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a more intense one, one that looks like it happy to meet a challenger.

“And here I thought you were some wanker. But it turns out, you’re a fucked in the head wanker!” he exclaims.

“If you’re gonna talk all that sweet shit. I hope you’re ready to prove it too. When you challenge the soon to be crowned king of Rock, you better be ready when he steps down from his golden throne to teach you what it means to fuck up his order.” He declares.

“What are you saying?” you ask.

“I’m saying, I challenge you to a rock showdown Goldie locks. Bring your best song and instrument, cause we’re gonna throw down. Right here. In my Kingdom.” He states.

“You can’t be serious.” You state.

“Goldie Locks, I’m more serious than Freddie Mercury’s case of AIDS. And I’m gonna bust your ass just as hard.” He promises.

“Whoa! Is this really happening!? Are you really going to take that challenge Derrick!?” Landon asks.

“Well, are you Goldie?” He taunts.

What will you say?

>Yes

>No

>>2734508
>Yes

>>2734508
>Yes
Fucking hype

>When you challenge the soon to be crowned king of Rock
A king is nothing compared to the God of Rock :^)

>>2734517
>>2734567

>It's going down.

>Writing.

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“You’re damn right I will! You think I’m afraid of your garbage accent and shit playing!? Sorry Yaznov, looks like the crownless king is getting dethroned before he even takes the seat. Cause I’m bringing you down!” You promise.

That comment causes a burst of laughter from him, “Hahahahahaha! Fucking hell kid, you’ve got spunk and balls! What’d you say your name was again, Derry? Dernick?” He asks.

“Derrick! Derrick Holums!” You exclaim.

“Yeah, that! I like you Derrick! Let’s have a good showdown. Can’t wait to see what you’ve got. But if we’re really doing this, I’ve got to ask you two to leave.” He states.

“What? We’re not doing it today?” Landon says.

“Well you can’t bloody expect me to blast his ass with music I don’t have. I need a few days to practice, I recommend you do the same Goldie- I mean, Derrick.” He states.

“You’re right. Need to dust off the rust before I can slam your ass, do you mind if I use your piano there?” you ask.

“Sure! Go ahead! All yours! I’ve made sure it tuned and everything, so don’t go calling me a cheat on show night! When we go at it, we go at it fair and square!” He declares.

You crack a smile at that declaration, “Damn right. Man, you may talk funny, dress funny. Hell, all around you’re pretty funny. But you’re not just funny, you’re cool too. And that’s a win in my book.” You state.

He cracks a smile right back, “Damn, I was just about to say the same thing! Guess great minds think alike eh? Not that you’ve got a great mind or anythin’, just think like one.” He states.

“Oh my! This is going to be amazing, I’ll make sure to invite everyone for this!” Landon exclaims.

“Yeah, you do that. Make sure to tell everyone to come out-Wait, what day of the week is it?" He asks.

"Uhh, I believe it's Tuesday." Landon answers.

"Tuesday eh? Good shit, that means you've got three days to learn how to tap some keys, cause we're doing this shit live, Friday night, 8 PM on the dot. Don't fuck up and don't be late. I'm expectin' things and shit now." He states.

"Done." You say.

"Now please, get the fuck out of me studio. I’ve got a showdown to win.” He promises as he sends you out of the room.

“My, what a nice fellow. He was certainly strange. But was quite fun once you got to know him.” Landon states.

“Gotta agree with you there. He’s listened to way too much 60’s rock considering he still thinks dressing like a KISS reject makes him cool. But damn it, I also listen to way too much 60’s rock. So, I can’t help but love the bastard.” You say with a unbridled smile, this contest has got you excited.

“It’s nice to see you so hyped up. I’ll make sure everyone else shares that feeling when I invite them for that show. But for now, I think I’ll stick around here and enjoy a few games and a nice swim.” He explains.


“You’re gonna swim in your overcoat?” You ask.

“Oh, you silly! Of course not. I have swim trunks on me to change into.” He states.

“Why the hell do you have swim trunks on you randomly?” you ask.

“What? Are you telling me you don’t have any swim trunks? What if we get some water-based test? Are you going swim in your suit?” He asks.

“Damn. Good point.” You didn’t even consider that.

“But yeah. I’m going to relax here. This place feels like it was made for me. All these fun and games are right up my alley! You can on ahead of me.” He states.

“Wait, are you sure you don’t want to keep going on the tour? Are you sure you want to just stay here?” You ask.

“Yes, I'm tired from the long trip and want to relax a little. I can explore the rest of the place tomorrow, we're free to do as we please after all." He explains.

"Though, if you just can’t bare to stay away from me for even a second, I have a few magic tricks I can show here that should pass the time well. What do you say?” He offers.

What will you?

>Stay with Landon

>Go on ahead.

>>2734631
>Go on ahead.
>need to know where everything is. We still haven't found the kitchen and I am starting to get hungry.

>>2734631
>Stay with Landon
Landon's cool, definitely would like to increase our bonds with him. Also curious about this magic he's keeps talking about

>>2734638
>>2734678

Seems we've got a tie. I'll give this vote 10 more minutes to see where it goes, and if nothing happens, I'll roll to decide.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2734638
>>2734678

I wonder which side of fate this coin flip will land us on.

Only one way to find out.

Well then, seems fate wants this tour to end today!

>Posting.

You look to the afternoon sun outside. So much time has passed already on this first day, looks like it's about 4:30 already. Only a few more hours before sunset.

With that in mind, you find that finishing this tour is of first priority “Sorry. As much as I’d loved to see what tricks you’ve got. I need map this place out properly first.” You state.

“That’s fine, I can play on my own. Though I’m pretty sure I’ll be here for the rest of the afternoon, so when you finish up, come have some fun with me.” He suggests

“Thanks for the offer. I’ll think about it.” You state as you move on ahead.

You step out of the doors of the recreational center and the first thing you’re greeted by are the faces of your discombobulated companions.

Etheline and Vanilla seemed to run out of air to continue their repetitive drawl, so now they both simple stare off into the distance, their minds somewhere far away, lost in the haze.

However, Rea has disappeared from her little trauma corner, she must have recovered enough to walk away and do her own business.

These two on the other hand probably won’t wake up from their trance without someone bringing them back to reality. But at the same time, you might wanna go comfort Rea, after that event in the gym, she probably needs someone to tell it will be all right.

From the explanation Damon gave, you only have 3 places left to go. The Workshop, The Dining Room and the study. You have no idea where Rea went, but you do know that going to the workshop without Etheline or heading to the Dining Room without Vanilla would probably piss them both off, so what to do now?

What will you do?

>Go find Rea

>Head to the workshop with Etheline

>Head to the Dining Room with Vanilla

>>2734857
>Head to the Dining Room with Vanilla
For some much needed food and to try to make good on our promise with Landon

>>2734857
>>Head to the Dining Room with Vanilla

I'm leaving this choice open till tomorrow. I need my rest for where this is going.

>>2734868
>>2734907

I have returned and it seems it's time to help Vanilla stop being so mean.

>Head to dining room

>Posting

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You look between Etheline and Vanilla, and, against your better judgement, you decide that going out to eat dinner with Vanilla would be great.

You know the idea of going out alone with Vanilla to do anything is a terrible one, but you have to make good on your promise to give her a second chance or your words will end up as simple lip service.

You walk up towards Vanilla, her eyes distant, lost to another, more peaceful world, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’re staring into the eyes of a corpse that's soul has long left behind.

I think it’s about time to bring her back to the land of the living.

As you move to start shaking her awake, an idea pops into your head, one final act of transgression, something that will put the last embers of your anger at her away, since she perfectly vulnerable like this, you just can’t resist taking the opportunity.

So instead of grabbing her by both shoulders, you put your right hand on her left shoulder and pull your left hand back, “Wakey Wakey, eggs and bakey bitch!” You shout as you lash out slap after slap to her face.

You don’t put too much force behind the slaps, only enough to make sure it hurts like hell and leaves bruises marks to match the scars on your abdomen.

“OW! OW! OW! OW! WHAT THE FUCK!?” she shouts as she pushes you away,

She was deep in that trance, it took you 10 consecutive slaps before she finally woke up from her stupor, a very satisfying 10 slaps that left her red in both cheeks.

“Fucking owwwwwwwww! You asshole! The fuck was that for!?” She questions angrily.

“Now, now, calm down. I didn’t want to slap you like that. But no matter how much I shook you, you never woke up.” You lie through your teeth.

“That sounds like bullshit. Do you slap every sleeping-woman you come across? No wonder you haven’t got lover yet, you’ve got the makings of an abusive husband!” She insults as she nurses her aching cheeks.

“Man, you’re hurting my feelings here Vanilla. Believe it or not, I’m a very nice guy when I want to be. I’m considerate, caring and even sacrificial for the people I love.” You repeat her words from the morning back at her.

“The red marks on my cheeks tell a different story.” She counters.

“Well I never said I love you.” You finish with her own insult.

“You must want to take a quick trip to hell. Cause if you keep talking like that, I’m gonna make sure you get some first-class tickets for your ride down.” She says angrily.

“Nah. You can save your hell tickets. The dining room will be enough of a trip for now. Wanna join me?” you ask.

“You slap me on both cheeks. Insult me and still expect me to go out with you on a dinner date?” She asks, astonished by your audacity.

“Yeah. It’d be really nice if you said yes.” You answer.

“By god, you must be the best pick-up artist that’s tried me yet. A hopeless romantic with such a way with words. Emphasis on that hopeless part by the way.” She states.

“Is that a yes or a no?” You ask.

“That was me telling you that you’re a dumb prick that needs to get off your high-horse, I ain’t just gonna walk and talk with you after that.” She states.

“But at the same time, I’m a hungry woman. And there’s no way a dumb prick like you is gonna ruin my evening dinner by shelling out what must be the shittiest way to ask a woman out on date I've heard yet." She continues.

"I’m going to the dining room, but fuck you, I’m going on my own, you can eat there too if you want, just don’t bother me when you do.” She announces, stomping off towards the living room.

“So, it’s a yes then!?” You shout at her in the distance.

She throws up a middle finger in response, “Ahh, I can already tell this is going to be a great dinner.” You say with a roll of your eyes.

But before you go off, you should wake up Etheline too.

You walk up to Etheline, she’s quite a bit shorter than you, meaning you have to bend down in order to get on eye-level with her. Once you do, you stare into her empty eyes as you grab her by the shoulders and give her a rapid shake.

“Wake up! Wake up! The real world calls! Time to come back to the reality Etheline!” You shout.

“Huh!? No! Not the underpants! This is all happening too fast! My mind isn’t ready!” She screams out in a kind of PTSD-like panic attack.

You give her another shake and speak, “Calm down! The scary rape-lady is gone! Everyone’s underpants are still on!” Expect maybe Damon’s, but he’s a lost cause.

That last shake seems to break her from her trance, as regular color returns to her eyes, “Wha- Derrick? What’s going on? Where are we? Are we still in Damon’s house?” She asks.

“Yes, don’t worry, we’re still in the house.” You answer in a soft tone.

“What happened? I could have sworn we were on our way to the gym, Vanilla made fun of me for my weight, I got all riled up and charged in, we learned about the door and then this strange woman came around and clung unto Damon. And then-Arggghhh.” She begins to hold her head half-way through her recollection.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“My head hurts…I can’t remember anything after that. Why are we back outside? Where’d everyone go?” She asks.

Her mind must be actively blocking the memories, that’s probably for the best, this girl is far too sweet to have memories of sexual assaults that brutal.

“Damon sent us outside because he and that woman got in a bit of a fight. Everyone got tired of waiting and just went off in their own direction.” You half-truth.

“Is that right? Well I can believe that. I guess that means we should get going too. Where’s the next tour spot?” She asks.

“Well about that. You see, I have this arrangement with Vanilla to finish up. You’re going to have to finish exploring the rest of the place alone. Sorry.” You apologize.


“Huh? That’s fine. I’m a little tired anyway. Don’t know why, just feel like it would be a good idea to go to bed early and get as far away from this gym as possible. I can finish the tour tomorrow.” She says, oblivious to the true reason she wants to get away from the gym.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” You agree.

But just before you can send Etheline off to bed, the door to the gym swings open and you see a familiar face come limping out, it’s Damon, but he’s looking a little worse for wear.

His clothes have been torn open in various places, namely the thighs of his pants and the chest of his shirt, you see thick, red spots that can only be hard hickeys running from his neck down his chest to regions unexplored.

he holds his pants up by the fly, either because he doesn’t have a belt anymore, or because he has neither his fly nor his underwear, so he has to hold it by there not to let…unsightly things slip out.

He breathes heavily as he speaks, “The matter has been…settled.” He states.

“Ummmm, what happened in there?” Etheline asks, very concerned.

“It’s best I leave the fine details out. Let’s just say, I managed to escape with my life intact. I had to promise her that I’d deliver my entire underwear drawer by the end of the week for that though.” He explains.

“Your underwear drawer? Is that her way of getting revenge on you for arguing? That woman really is strange and violent…” Etheline says, clearly not understanding the true implication of his words.

“Yes. Yes she is.” Damon agrees as he walks over to you.

“As you can see, I’m no longer in a state where I can lead this tour. I’m truly sorry, but I must leave you all to explore the rest of the facilities on your own. Please extend you hand.” He requests.

You comply, once your hand is open, he places his large hand over yours and drops something inside it, “This is the key to the workshop. The door is probably locked knowing that woman. It should be the only locked door in the house, but this key also opens the door to your rooms and any other place that might be locked off from you. I’ll be sure to give the rest of your companions one as well.” He explains.

After that, he proceeds to limp down the hall, toward the living room, “Um, where are you going?” Etheline asks.

“I’m heading up to my room for a change of clothes, then I’m off to my study to relax.” He answers.

“Shouldn’t you see a doctor? you look terribly hurt.” Etheline recommends.

“Don’t worry, as rough as she was, I’m not hurt. The only doctor I might need to see is a psychologist, so I can erase the trauma. Or maybe a hypnotist would work better for that…” He wonders as he exits out the door and heads into the living room.

“Poor guy…He got beat up so badly by his own workers.” Etheline states.

“Yeah. It was a terrible beat down alright.” You agree.

“But then. How do I put it…Didn’t the way his outfit got torn apart seem…a little…erotic” Etheline begins to wonder.

“Etheline. He got attacked, brutally. There was nothing erotic about it.” You try and steer her away from that line of thought.

“Are you sure. What about those red marks on his skin? Didn’t they seem kinda like kiss marks-“

“He was attacked by a wild beast Etheline. That’s it, that’s all it was.” You cut her off, you’re ending this train of thought before it even leaves the station.

“Really? Well okay then…” She concedes.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” Etheline audibly yawns.

“Jeez, I’m sorry. I’m seriously tired. We’ll use that key to open that door, tomorrow right?” She asks.

“Whenever we’re both ready.” You answer.

“Good, because I’m far from ready right now. Can you walk with back to my room?” She asks.

“Sure.” You agree as you both start walking down the hall.

>10 minutes later

You and Etheline make random small talk all the way back to the living room, from time to time she asks you if you’re hiding something regarding what happened in the gym, but you brush her off with a lame excuse or by quickly changing the subject.

You make it to the staircase to the second floor where you see her off to bed, “Thanks for keeping me company on the walk back. I wish you luck with Vanilla.” She states.

“Thanks, trust me, I’ll need all the luck I can get taming that raging dragon.” You state

“Oh, don’t say that. She can be real mean on the surface, but I guarantee you that she’s a better person than she makes herself out to be.” She explains.

“What makes you say that?” you ask.

“I got to spend some along time with her up in the mountains. It was short, but she told me some things about herself that made me understand the way she thinks and the way she acts a little.” She says with a weirdly sad look in her eye cutting through the sleepy one.

“What did she tell you?” You ask.

“Sorry, it’s not my place to tell you her life-story. You’re about to eat with her, so why not get the truth with your own two hands? That should be much easier than getting it second-hand from me, right?” She answers.

“…Right.” That’s an excellent point, but damn it, it would have been nice to get some pre-battle knowledge, so you could devise a plan to pry the truth from that dragon’s flaming maw.

“It’s great that you’re so understanding. Have a good day and have fun with Vanilla.” She wishes as she heads upstairs and to her room.

“I’ll try.” You promise as you head through the open doorway right beside the staircase and head over to see a strange-looking door.

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The door is a leather padded, handle-less push door. A style more typical of a night club or bar, but it distinguishes itself from either by way of the design imprinted onto the door itself.

Each pad is covered with a slightly different shade of paint, with the exception of the center pads, with are shaded with a brown texture that runs down to the ground.

It’s then you look down into the hallway and see that the paint extends onto the ground, crawling along the ground in various routes, splitting off from each other and curling up when they reach half-way down the hall.

That’s when you realize this strange design is supposed to be some-kind of tree. Growing from the door and extending it’s roots all over the house, the strangely colored pads are the tree leaves.

“Hmmm, kinda reminds me of stained glass at church…” You whisper to yourself as you put a hand to door and get ready to push.

You’re not much of a church goer, not to say you’re a non-believer, it’s just that church, God and the after-life have never really been an issue in your life, you’re too busy trying to make something of yourself here and now, that means trying your hardest not to reach the Lord’s pearly gates any time soon.

But maybe that’s because you’re young, Maxwell is a reverent believer, even though he’s less of a church goer than you cause he thinks every church port side of Xronb is a scam, but he has his own ways of showing faith, like ‘Ensuring the Lord’s herd is well refreshed and happy for the long journey’ which really means selling overpriced booze to the poor and stupid,

but whatever, no one gets into heaven on steady feet anyway.

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You push through the door and enter the room.

“-What sort of joke is this!? Is screwing with people your idea of good service!?” And the first thing you hear is Vanilla angrily shouting at a woman behind a round counter.

“My idea of good service is providing you with an artistic masterpiece of a meal. I said as much when I took up the plate and heard your order, what is the problem?” The woman replies in a clearly unfazed by Vanilla rage.

The woman behind the counter has one distinct look. The first thing you notice about her is the dark red of her eyes that give a sharp look no matter what expression she makes. After that you notice just how pale she is, almost vampiricly so, her skin is basically snow white, which matches her strange ivory shade of hair, is she some kind of albino?


But before you're capable of discerning her possible medical condition, you see a plate of amazing looking spaghetti with Parmesan cheese and meat sauce, the plate is filled is filled to brim, certainly plentiful enough for even the hungriest person to look it and say that may be too much.

However, even so, Vanilla still looks belligerently at the plate of food, forks in both hands as if ready to eat, but something is holding her back.

“When you told me it be an artistic masterpiece I thought ‘Oh, that must mean it’s super filling and delicious’ and told you to give me your best.” She recaps.

“When you came out of that kitchen, the last thing I expected was for you to give me a literal artistic masterpiece on a plate! How the hell am I supposed to eat this!?” She shouts.

“Easy. You use your forks, twirl the pasta and stuff them in your piehole. Or are you so uncivilized you don’t know how to work a fork?” She explains.

“Don’t give me that crap! Can’t you just give me another plate!? Save the weird arsty-hipster bullshit!?” She demands.

“Sorry. We don’t waste food in this kitchen. What you get on your plate you eat or you leave my kitchen and let the next person enjoy a good meal.” She explains.

“But then again, giving such excellent food to one with a mouth as rotten and vulgar as yours would really be a waste anyway. My art doesn’t deserve to go down such a rotten gullet. So why don’t you come in mister voyeur? Perhaps you have a better sense of taste.” The woman notices you standing at the doorway and signals you to come in.

“Oh great, another pain in the ass here to spoil my meal. Doesn’t get any better than this.” She complains.

“Well damn, I wasn't really hiding or anything, but even so, I'm pretty sure I never made a sound entering this place. How'd you notice me?” you ask as you walk over and take a seat behind the counter as well.

"You need to work on hiding your presence better. I detected you from the moment you stopped to admire the design I put on the door. What do you think of it by the way?" She asks.

"I thought it was strange, but pretty cool. I kinda get the tree motif since this is a wooden hunting lodge and all, but it seems a bit much to me. Plus painting trees on doors ain't really my taste." You answer.

"Good answer, criticism is always appreciated. I thought it was a bit gaudy myself. But I recently gathered the leaves of an eclipse tree and had this desire to use their colors to paint something before they withered away." She explains.

"Eclipse tree?" you question.

"They're the trees that I made that door in the image of. That isn't some strange artistic rendition of nature. That's actually how those trees look." She begins.

"They grow around here in the Numere Wetlands, they need a massive amount of water to survive you see. However, despite this fact, they don't have any leaves throughout any of the seasons. Giving them the appearance of being withered all-throughout the year." She continues.

"Wait, then how does it photosynthesize and supply itself with food? Plants need leaves for that." You question.

"Now I really wouldn't know that, I'm not a biologist after-all. You're better off asking Damon those kinds of questions." She deflects.

"However, what I do know is that there is one time that the trees sprouts it's leaves. During a solar eclipse." She explains.

"When the sun's ray are blocked out by the moon, the tiny rays that remain cause the tree's leaves to grow out at an insanely fast speed." She continues.

"It only last for a few minutes, but if you pick the leaves, you get one of the most colorful, beautiful paint known to man. It creates perfect, long lasting paintjobs that continues to shine and sparkle until the next eclipse." She states excitedly, a small smile taking her face.

"And that's what you used to paint that door? I thought that door looked oddly shiny." You admit.

"I'm glad to see you have a healthy sense for good art. Unlike you're less than healthy friend." She points over at Vanilla.

"The hell does that mean?" She asks angrily.

"You couldn't even give me good criticism about the door, you just told me it looked like 'hippy-dippy trash' that I need to hurry and start serving food." She repeats.

"Yeah, and after hearing that story, now I'm 100% sure it's tree-hugging garbage. Isn't that a criticism?" She asks.

"Certainly not the good or helpful kind. Sort of like yourself." She counters

"Well I couldn't give a damn what sort art's on the door, I need some food in my stomach. And what you're serving ain't gonna cut it!" She shouts.

"The hell's your problem the food looks good doesn't it? You haven't even taken a single bite and you're judging it as trash? Stop ripping your hair out and eat." You suggest.

“That's what I've been telling her this entire time. but she just keeps going on and on with this. I’m honestly tired of dealing with her, getting this riled up over a little plate of spaghetti, my word.” She says with exasperation.

“Where the hell do you get off!? This is anything but a ‘little plate of spaghetti’, you served me the most disturbing thing I’ve ever borne witness to on a plate, I’ve seen canned rations more appetizing than this garbage!” She shouts.

“And I’ve met customer with more class than you in a homeless park. At least they had the decency to be grateful to get a meal.” She counters.

“Okay, The hell are you even complaining about Vanilla? The plate looks fine to me, what's so disturbing about it?” You ask.

“Oh, does it? Yeah, I bet it looks just scrumptious from the distance.” She says as she slides the plate over to your side and puts it in front of you.

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“What the hell!?” You can’t help but shout out upon seeing the true reason for Vanilla anger.

From a side angle, the mountain of pasta looked amazing with the cheese and meat sauce covering it. But upon staring at it from Vanilla’s perspective, you see why she’s so reluctant to eat it.

The entire upper section of the spaghetti has been flattened out to resemble the frame of an old painting. And within that noodle frame, you see what they both meant by artistic masterpiece.

It’s an exact recreation of the Edvard Munch’s the scream piece, the landscape has been painted out using the meat sauce while the parmesan cheese was used to make the people.

You look deeply into the yellow, spaghetti void that is the screaming man’s eyes as they stare up at you, howling in terror at the notion of being the next patron’s meal.

“..…” You struggle to find words to describe this that aren't an audible scream.

“Yep, that’s exactly how I felt when I looked at that masterpiece of a meal. That look of pure despair is just delicious ain’t it?” She asks.

“It’s….it’s…” you struggle to find the right words.

“Beautiful right?” The woman flicks back her short, ivory colored hair with a prideful look on her face, “I’m a 1-star Art Hunter and personal chef of Damon Payne, Ivorai Atitriasn. You can call me Rai, since my name is a bit hard to say all at once." She states.

"I love to mix the beauty of art with the graceful taste of good food.” She explains.

“Once I reach the 2-star rank. I plan to open a massive restaurant somewhere in Yorknew to sell masterpieces just like this to everyone in world." She declares.

"I will turn the city of Yorknew into a massive culture center where all can indulge in viewing amazing art while fine dining. Isn’t that just a beautiful idea? I will single-handily convert Yorknew into the most cultured, refined place on the planet!” She says with a energetic flourish.

“Tell me you don’t find that plan find this plan the epitome of genius. That I won’t turn Yorknew city into the world’s Masterpiece!” She asks with stars in her eyes.

“If you’re serving crap like this to people, I think it’d be more honest to say you’re gonna turn Yorknew into the world’s first city-wide horror show.” Vanilla counters.

“Hold your tongue plebeian. If you can’t appreciate my art, I think it best you leave my kitchen.” She spits at Vanilla.

“I ain’t leaving till you serve me some proper food that won’t shriek when I stab it with my fork! Why don’t you just make another plate of normal spaghetti while Derrick here enjoys your masterpiece. He enjoys them oh so much after all.” She points right at you.

“You just had to push it to me…” You groan to yourself.

She leans over the counter, placing herself at perfect eye level with, she looks into your eyes with her deep crimson eyes, a piercing stare that bares witness to the very essence of your soul,

“Mr.Derrick is it? Is what she says true? Can you appreciate real art?” She asks slowly.

How do you respond?

>Of course, your idea and food look amazing!

>I think this is pretty awesome, but I’m not a fan of spaghetti, so can I take a different order?

>I’m gonna have to give it to you straight, You and this food scare the shit out of me. Can I have some normal food?

>>2736601
The design seems a bit out of place? Like most people don’t like looking at a face and eating it. That said it smells great so so I am willing to give it a shot. It’s definitely a faithful rendition of the scream though, which i have no idea how you managed to do what you did.

>>2736622
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>>2736622
>>2736627

....Seems I have to step out again. Trying to run a quest and balance between life is hard.

Seems pointless to give a time frame, so I'll just post when I get back.

>>2736622
This I guess

Okay so, scarp this, scarp that. Enough with the bullshit, false pretenses and vague disappearances.

Because I actually enjoy writing this trashy story and hope I can manage to finish it, I'm gonna give it to you all straight, I'm going into the dark for a few weeks.

I can't say for what reason, or what I'm actually going to do, but I am allowed to say that I will probably not come back alive if don't do it, so I don't have much of a choice.

Thread ends here for now, I want to say I'll start again once I'm sure I'm alive and well, but I can't guarantee that over the course of the next two days that I'll actually be able to come back and say anything to you all. Hell, even if do come back, I certainly won't be given the freedom to post here for a good damn while.

It sucks, it really fucking sucks, I'm on the verge of tearing my hair out over this, but it must be done.

Man, I said I was done with the vague bullshit but this is no better is it? Well shit is just that bad for me anyway. Don't take this as a pity party, cause it's not, it's a preemptive cautionary statement.

I'm going to ask any of you anons following my twitter account to send me a tweet in two days, it can be of anything I don't care, If I like it, it means I made it, if I don't, then either I'm being put on overtime, or I didn't make.

Either way I'll still seem dead though.

But even so, I'm going to make a promise that I will return to you all, I can't keep going now. But I refuse to let it end here, not now, not ever. Even if I don't make it back, I'll be taking pre-cautions to ensure that this quest continues, even if it's a dead mess, I still cherish it because I brought enjoyment to some of you.

I hate that this is all I can say. But goodbye and goodnight, when I return again, you should all be able to see it. At least I hope so.

>>2738017
Man dude that fucking sucks. I'm gonna miss this but I guess it can't be helped. Try not to beat yourself up over it man. I know that's easier said than done but shit happens, nothing you can do about it

But hot damn you're making it sound like your doing some secret government shit. Stay safe man I'm worried for you

I've just set a reminder for the Twitter thing but is it necessary? I mean if you can like something you should be able to post too right? A bit weird but I guess it doesn't really matter either way

Hope to hear from you soon. Can't wait to continue hiatus x hiatus quest so please try not to die

>>2738017
Holy shit man stay safe

>>2738389
well he's alive, he liked the picture he was tweeted at.
God if you're reading this, stay safe man.

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>>2743391
Yeah hope he gets back safe and soon

Here's the picture I sent btw. For anyone (and my future self when I forget) reading the archives. Found it in the depths of facebook and thought it was hilarious

>>2743767
Huh my ID changed. Weird

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I know that there isn't anybody here but I'm too hype to care

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>>2763723
Oh shit I'm still here
hype