May 6 20XX
Long Beach Airport, Los Angeles

You are Tristan, a man with no last name, a pious Knight of the New Covenant Temple sworn to enact God’s will in a not-so-secular world. Shielded by faith, righteousness, and very thorough mental Wards, you live to protect the world of humans from that which would subvert it.

Currently, you’re sitting at a Starbucks inside the airport. Your flight to Winterpine City wasn’t for another two hours or so.

So here you were, nursing a cup of Black Coffee. It was a familiar experience for you, sitting down in a cafe inside an airport. Even when you had been your Mentor, Bentham’s apprentice, you had frequently traveled across the world by plane.

You find the presence of a cup of black coffee calming, it helps to distract you from the feeling of nakedness from not having any weapons on you. All you have is your Pocket Grimoire of small cantrips sitting in your small backpack.

Your weapons were currently in the massive suitcase that was your Portable Atelier, on their way to be stored in the underbelly of your plane. The wards etched onto the inside of your Portable Atelier would shield the inside of the suitcase from any scanner in the airport, but that didn’t change the fact that your Portable Atelier was still much too big to bring with you into the cabin. This left you with only your Pocket Grimoire and martial arts skills to deal with any trouble that you might encounter on your flight. Not that you wanted to encounter any.

It had taken you an entire day to prepare to leave. You had studied the notes Isolde left for you on Winterpine for most of that day. You traveled light, so packing up hadn’t taken long at all. Receiving the confirmation from Benjamin in your daily radio check-in that you had been formally transferred to Winterpine had been the last thing you were waiting for.

Your farewell with Bentham and Martha had been short and swift. They hadn’t been happy to see you go per se, but at the same time, both Bentham and Martha had known since the day you came that you were only staying temporarily. No tears were shed and the parting was quite formal, although Bentham had hugged you at the end, before you departed for the airport.

And now, here you were with your coffee, watching the different travelers mill around inside the Starbucks.

You watch the crowd carefully, it was a habit of yours. Crowds always warrant attention, since it was so easy to blend into one. However, the people you see in those crowds always seemed to be the same people. At least you felt like you had seen them all somewhere before.
There was the well-dressed businessman habitually check his watch as if stressed.
There was the bickering asian family, the father intently examining a map of the airport while the two kids fought over some electronic device (it was a Samsung tablet this time) while their mother dug a plastic container of apple slices out of an overly stuffed backpack.
There was the auburn-haired young woman in a sundress which looked like something that would have been in fashion half a century ago … oh, wait, you had never seen that one before.

Abruptly, the old-fashioned woman got up from her seat and exited the Starbucks, walking away quickly and purposefully. She seemed to know where she was going.

Then you notice that she had left her purse at her table. Completely unattended. You’re about to shout for her to get her attention, but she was already lost in the crowd outside the Starbucks.

>Grab her purse and go look for her. She couldn’t have gotten that far.

>Grab her purse and deposit it with the airport staff. It’s proper procedure, after all.

>Shout really loud and hope she hears

>Do nothing. This isn’t really any of your business.

>Other

Welcome to Modern Fantasy Quest. Updates are once every day, rarely more. I hope you won't mind the slow nature of this quest.

Questions/comments/criticisms are all welcomed at any time during the thread. pls no bully

>Other

Go sit at the purse table and drink your coffee there.

>Other, Sit at her table

You consider simply grabbing the purse and running after her, or bringing the purse to the airport’s lost-and-found. You even consider shouting to get her attention. But then a better solution pops into your mind.

You get up and walk over to her table, your coffee in hand.

You sit down and take a sip from your coffee. This was really an elegant solution. Now the purse wasn’t unattended. You doubt that it would be long before it’s owner realized it was missing and came back for it. Purses were valuable after all, even more so considering their contents.

Five minutes pass. Then fifteen, then thirty. Your coffee grows lukewarm, then cold.

Soon, it’s almost been an hour since you’ve sat down. By now, you’ve finished your coffee. You watch the stressed-looking business man gets up to leave for his flight. You watch the father in the asian family finally snap and confiscate the tablet before the family leaves for their flight as well.

…
……
………

She’s still not back ...

>Go take the purse to the lost-and-found. A purse is important, you can’t let someone get theirs stolen.

>Go look for her. Considering how long she’s been gone, she’ll probably need her purse soon.

>Sit and wait. She could be back any moment now …

>Other

Damn, no one?

>Other

You've been sitting near the purse long enough that the security cameras might think it's yours. Check it for valuables.

It's just you and me now. We're going in deep and dry.

>>3537044
Welcome then, I don't mind running for one person.

>Check purse for valuables

Waiting for that woman, you can’t help but grow curious about the contents of the purse. It wouldn’t hurt to look inside, would it? Besides, it wasn’t like the purse’s owner was going to come back for it anyways.

You glance around the Starbucks cafe. It would definitely look suspicious for you to go through a random purse, you couldn’t be sure no one would notice. However, looking around the cafe, it seemed to be filled with completely new people than from when you had moved to this table. For all they knew, this really was your purse.

You open the purse and rifle through its contents. The first thing you notice is a brochure and map of Winterpine … so apparently the purse’s owner was headed for the same place you were … probably the same flight as well.

There was also a wallet inside, stuffed with every kind of bill from one dollar bills to hundred dollar ones. There was at least a few thousand dollars in it. Strangely enough, you couldn’t find any credit cards inside. Who was this woman?

Other than that, there were only the typical contents of a purse. There was also a small coin purse that jangled when your hand brushed against it, a small mirror and stick of lipstick … Strangely enough in this day and age, the woman didn’t seem to have a phone. Maybe she had it on her? Or perhaps she really was as old-fashioned as she looked. Was there a new trend or movement for old-fashioned clothes and behavior you had missed?

Outside of satisfying your curiosity, the purse didn’t really contain anything of value to you. You were already carrying around a substantial amount of money, in your luggage if not on your person (no Knight of the Templar ever complained about being underfunded). You had your own brochure and map of Winterpine. Your lips didn’t need any lipstick.

Nevertheless, you search through the contents of the purse one more time. And this time, you find something different.

Buried under the rest of the purses’ contents was an airplane ticket. Reading it, you realize that you and that woman had the same gate. You check, and as you predicted, the woman’s flight was the same as yours. Moreover, it seemed that she would be sitting right next to you on the flight.

Just then, you realize how late it was. You check the time … your flight would be arriving any time now. Now would be a good time to head for your gate …

>Take the purse with you. You can return it to the woman at the terminal. Besides, she’ll need the tickets inside.

>Leave the purse. It’s none of your business. What’s more, you can’t put the contents of the purse back where they were without it being noticeable.

>Other

>Take the purse, apply the lipstick.

When you find the woman, do not approach her.

>>3537072
>>Leave the purse. It’s none of your business.

get that extra arm space

>>3537087
that's pretty out-of-character so could you please provide Tristan's reasoning for doing this?

i was in a chaotic mood is the real reason but let's stick with it.

i suspect the woman left the purse intentionally, as bait. returning her purse isn't a conversation starter, using her lipstick is. she accuses me of being a weirdo--as social convention dictates she must--and i counter with your own accusation. the superficial weirdness of humorous semiperv is a cover for the more dangerous weirdness of being a templar mage. also, returning the purse without some context for why you have the purse (even if, in this case, it's causality-backwards) is reason enough for her to involve authorities because no good deed goes unpunished. if i don't have a reason to create the personal conflict of the counter-accusation with her, she's a potential innocent victim of a purse-napping which deals with whoever might be tailing her. a well-meaning bystander is the kind of cover story that an enemy agent would make up for sympathy and to smooth out an interaction. if she's just a normie, which she isn't, then she won't notice the lipstick because she's the type of ditz who forgets her few thousand dollars in cash in a starbucks.

You don't approach her because it forces her to approach you, which cements the perv cover story and establishes you as decidedly not an enemy agent. And again, if she's a normie, she won't even notice you with the purse, much less the lipstick, and then she'll panic once they start boarding and she can't find her boarding pass and then you just wipe the lipstick off, satisfied that she's just a normie, and will therefore thank you profusely when you return her stuff.

This way you get to be a normie perv with an opportunity to ask her about the weirdness of the contents of her purse and gauge her reaction (which will likely be a combination of a lie and a moment of awkwardness at being caught out by a normie since she doesn't want to involve authorities either if there's any chance she'll reveal that she's the less normal person in the process)

of course the truth is that you *are* an agent, but it would be better to be the judge than the judged when it comes to deciding who's an enemy and who's not. if she's an agent, enemy or otherwise, she'll either attempt to mindwipe you or call in support, which will tip her hand either way. if she's an anomalous person, she'll be forced to keep you in tow, where you can learn more about her while maintaining the cover of the pervy normie.

or we can just hand the purse to her, risk her notifying authorities without having any chance to question her, and then need to mindwipe government officials when they find the grimoire.

>>3537072
>Take the purse with you

Coming out of lurking to help keep this alive

>>3537481
>>3537493
>>3537505
>>3537527
>>3537532
Funny enough to be plausible. I'll accept this line of reasoning as valid.

>>3537686
The only issue is this reasoning is that it might not matter if government officials find your grimoire since they don't have the mental conditioning to understand the spells. All it would make you look like is some new-age occult hipster.
But that's a lore point that hasn't been brought up yet, so whatever.

Oh hey this is back. Sorry OP, took a small internet sabbatical for memorial weekend.

>Take the purse with you, do not apply lipstick

>>3537072
>Take the purse with you. You can return it to the woman at the terminal. Besides, she’ll need the tickets inside.

Assuming votes are still being counted.

or they might find the weapons in your suitcase just by getting you to open it, or you might miss your flight. the point is, you have plenty of reasons not to attract the wrong type of attention and just as many reasons to attract the exact right type of attention. i realize we're a literal white knight but we're also tracking a person of interest and we'll need to have a reason to talk to them for a long time sooner or later, assuming she's a permanent story fixture. if you don't want to shackle us to her by the ankle i understand.

Okay, the majority of you seem to want to take the purse, but since no one else has voiced support for >>3537087's write-in, I'll skip the applying the lipstick. It was a pretty funny write-in. I laughed.

As always, objections can be voiced and will be considered.

>>3538651
No worries, welcome back.

>Take the purse with you

Of course, you decide to take the purse with you. You had no real reason not to. Since you were headed to the same gate as that anachronistic woman anyways, returning the purse to her couldn’t even be called an inconvenience.

But still … something felt off about how she had so easily forgotten her purse there. What if this was all an elaborate ruse to implicate you in a purse-snatching and have you revealed as a member of the Templar with the subsequent security checks? Ideally, you’d be able to check if that old-fashioned woman was an enemy agent by forcing her to confront you and question you about why you had the purse, initiating a conversation in which you could question her about how strange her purses’ contents were as well as gather clues about her true nature …

But wait, wasn’t this line of thought too paranoid and far-fetched? All this reasoning was based on the premise that that woman was indeed malicious towards you. How would she have known a Knight of the Templar would pass through this particular Starbucks on this specific day?

No, odds were that the anachronistic woman was an ordinary, albeit eccentric, civilian. The possibility that she wasn’t remained, but excessive paranoia would only reduce your effectiveness. You could not afford to see an enemy in every shadow you passed by.

You resolve to return the bag to her at the gate. Getting up, you sling the purse under your arm and leave the cafe. A young man with a woman’s purse under his arm with no woman to carry it for in sight. You probably looked slightly suspicious to onlookers.

It was about a half-hour’s walk to your terminal at normal speeds, so you quicken your pace. However, you refrain from running. A man with a woman’s purse might seem suspicious, but a man with a woman’s purse running through the airport would definitely seem suspicious.

Just then, a woman careens around the corner, broadsiding the front of a cart full of passengers hard enough to send it into a spin. Seemingly out of control, the girl halts her own tumbling with a neat roll which ends with her on her feet.

What was amazing was that no one except her seemed to have been hurt. And as for the girl who just crashed into a cart ...

You see her dust herself off casually before glancing around the crowd that had formed around her, either concerned for her wellbeing, angered at her recklessness, or simply awestruck by her acrobatics.

Her glance finds you, her eyes meeting yours for a split second before flicking down to the purse under your shoulder.

It was the woman you had seen in the Starbucks. And now she was walking towards you.

The anachronistic girl stops right in front of you. Now that you were facing her, you can see that she is rather short, almost a full head shorter than you at least.
“Umm, excuse me …” The girl says before pausing for a second as if embarrassed. “I think you might have my purse ...”

>”Yes, I think I do. You left it in the Starbucks.” Give the purse to her.

>”Yeah, I saw you leave it. How do you forget your purse like that in the first place?” Give the purse to her.

>Wordlessly give her the purse. No need to make this more awkward than it already is.

>Other

>"Yes, I think I do. You left it in the starbucks." Give the purse to her. "Also, how did you do that?"

I had her figured for a time traveller, so it's definitely plausible that she might have expected you to be there. I guess not...unless this acrobat stuff happens in every version of these events?

>>3539001
Just to let you know, time travel isn't possible in-setting. Magic doesn't work that way. and it's a bitch to write anyways.

Ah.

Anyway, so much for the low profile.

>>3538978
>”Yes, I think I do. You left it in the Starbucks.” Give the purse to her.

>>3538978
>"No, you're mistaken. This is my purse."

Then we can hand it to her.

>>3539967
Explain this logic please?

>>3539981
A joke. We say that and hand it back after a few seconds and hope she laughs.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

Currently a tie between two options so I'll roll a 1d6 to decide.
Odds - ”Yes, I think I do. You left it in the Starbucks.”
Evens - "No, you're mistaken. This is my purse."

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>What >>3539967 said

“No, you’re mistaken. This is my purse.” You say. You look the anachronistic woman in the eye, looking for a reaction.

“Eh? But yours looked just like mine ...” The anachronistic woman says, turning to leave. “I’m sorry to bother you then …”

You hand the purse back to her.

“Eh? But I thought you said … were you joking?”

“Yeah,” you admit, “The purse is yours. You left it in the starbucks earlier.”

“Ummm, thank you then, I guess.” The woman says, an extremely awkward look on her face. “I’m sorry, I need to catch my flight.” She gives a small bow and turns around to leave. Soon she’s sprinting away, this time weaving carefully through the crowd.

Ah, right! Your flight would be leaving soon. You’d need to run too if you wanted to be sure of making it on …

To be honest, you were hoping that when you gave her back her purse, she’d laugh.

…

“Oh, you’re the one who returned my purse earlier.”

“Yeah, it seems my seat is next to yours.” you say as you stuff your small backpack into the overhead compartment. You had arrived just in time to catch the plane before it lifted off. Running through the busy airport without crashing catastrophically into someone had been challenging. You’re amazed by how quickly that woman had moved through the crowd. It wasn’t as if her head start had been that long, but you found her seated when you got to your spot on the plane.

“You really saved me there, my tickets were in my purse.” The anachronistic woman admits. Of course, you already knew that.

“It’s fortunate I happened to bump into you again then …” You sit down next to her. It was quite cramped in the plane. You were sitting by the aisle while she was seated next to the window.

“I know right?” The anachronistic woman replies, “I was almost unable to board the plane …”

>”That would have been unfortunate. It’s good that you got your purse back before then.”

>”How did you just forget your purse anyways?” You’re curious how someone could just accidentally leave behind a purse with thousands of dollars in it.

>”So is anything missing from your purse?” Or where it shouldn’t be, possibly?

>Stay silent. A conversation with a random civilian is not what you need right now.

>Other

>>3541450
I can't believe she didn't laugh. God damn social autists

>"How'd you forget your purse for so long anyways? In an airport, no less."

>>3541450
>”That would have been unfortunate. It’s good that you got your purse back before then.”

>”So is anything missing from your purse?” Or where it shouldn’t be, possibly?

this is the correct answer, except that it reads like an interrogation. the lipstick solution was the best option, there is no un-awkward conversation between a [wannabe purse snatcher/white knight saveaho] and the object of their [theft/ploy for attention] but we needed to take the purse or else the plot wouldn't move. probably. actually we can sit back and watch things go catastrophically wrong but we'd probably end up being [option b] anyway.

>>3541596
>>3541714
>>3542937
Damn, a three-way tie? I'm not sure how to handle this ...
Thoughts from my players? What we do next will become precedent for the quest if this ever happens again.

The vote isn't called yet though. If anyone else would like to vote, feel free.

>>3541450
>>”That would have been unfortunate. It’s good that you got your purse back before then.”

>”That would have been unfortunate. It’s good that you got your purse back before then.”

“That would have been unfortunate.” You say, “It’s good that you got your purse before then.”

“Well, it was a close call,” The Anachronistic Woman admits. “Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Delilah. Delilah Anat.”

“I’m Jayden Leighton.” You lie. Your real name was only used within your brotherhood. Outside of that, when interacting with civilians, you had half a dozen false identities to draw from.

“I’m pleased to meet you, Jayden.” The Anachronistic Woman, Delilah, says, offering her hand for a handshake.

“I’m pleased to meet you as well, Delilah.” you reply, accepting her handshake. Despite her old-fashioned ladylike appearance, Delilah’s hand was as rough as sandpaper, it’s sole felt thick and callused. You had refrained from giving Delilah your ‘firm’ handshake, but feeling her grip, you doubt you really needed to.

The PA system crackes. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 28A with service from Los Angeles to Winterpine. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately seven minutes time … The Pilot continued with his announcement, but you tune most of it out. It was a message you had heard dozens of times before.

Soon, you feel the plane taking off under you. You notice that Delilah is looking intently out the window.

>It’s not like you were provided with in-flight entertainment. Talk to Delilah (About what?)

>Stay silent, you have no reason to start a conversation.

>An airplane ride is a good opportunity to take a nap

>Other

>>3543573
It’s not like you were provided with in-flight entertainment. Talk to Delilah (About what?)
Guse ask her what she doing in thr next city?

(there's no in-flight entertainment? the PA crackles? what year is this set in?)

>tell her you noticed that she doesn't have condoms in her purse but you'll ask the flight attendant when they come around

>but seriously just sheepishly admit that you looked in the purse and noticed that she didn't have a phone and was carrying several thousand dollars in cash and say that it's got you curious about what she does for a living.

i wanna know, damn it!

>>3543767
It's actually quite modern, it's just that the plane is of the cheap, domestic flight variety.

>All the votes were for talking, just with different questions so I’ll just combine them all.

At this point, you were pretty sure that Delilah was just a normal civilian, although admittedly an exceptionally ditzy and eccentric one. But you weren’t sure yet. Fortunately, you had thought of a method to interrogate her covertly.

“So I didn’t notice any condoms in your purse … I guess I’ll have to ask the flight attendant for some when she comes around.” You say.

Just as planned, Delilah turns to face you, a flabbergasted expression on her face.

“W-what? That’s … D-do you mean me? Wait … D-did you look through …” Delilah sounded shocked and mortified. You could understand why, that was a ridiculous statement after all. But you had a reason behind all of this. If Delilah was an agent of some unknown enemy, a false mask of perviness would throw her off your trail. It was a beautiful setup: The false perviness was too attention-attracting to be a cover for an undercover agent, had motives simple enough for a civilian, as well as functioning as a prompt to open up Delilah’s defences for a few hidden, probing questions. Indeed, your statement was a simultaneous defence and attack, a concept rooted in the wisdom of advanced forms of martial arts.

Flabbergasted and shocked was how you wanted Delilah, it was the perfect setup for your next move: A soft attack redirecting your opponent’s momentum against them instead of relying on your own.

“Yeah, I looked through your purse. I was too curious to resist …” You admit sheepishly. An apology and shyness on your part would dampen any anger Delilah would feel, therefore stopping any backlash from your words before it began.”

Delilah rummages through her purse. “So that’s why everything was out of place …” she muses. “Still, everything’s still here.”

“I wouldn’t steal anything,” you protest. “I was only curious.”

“Please don’t look through my things again …”

“Okay, I’ll refrain from now on. I’m sorry, looking through your purse was an invasion of your privacy and it was very inappropriate for me to do so.”

“Well, at least nothing went missing.” Delilah sighs, an air of finality in her voice. She continues staring out the airplane window.

Your plan is rapidly falling apart. You had intended to hook her into a conversation, not have her forgive and forget before ignoring you.

Well, if subtlety didn’t work, you could always use brute force.
“Actually, on that subject … your purse was pretty strange …”

“Strange? What do you mean?” Delilah says while continuing to stare out the airplane window. There wasn’t any anger or resentment in her voice, but you still get the feeling that Delilah is just trying her best to be polite and would rather not talk to you.

But what can you do besides answer her question?

“Well for one thing, you didn’t have a phone in your purse. Also, your purse had a lot of money in it for something to forget about so easily.”

“It’s actually really simple.” Delilah responds. “I find smartphones hard to use. And the money is for travelling expenses.”

“That’s quite a bit for traveling expenses. What are you planning to do in Winterpine?” You press on.

But Delilah simply replies “It’s for my work.”

>Ask Delilah about her work

>Ask Delilah if she’s been to Winterpine before

>Apologize more

>Say nothing. You’ve salvaged as much as you can.

>Other

...is this a romance game?

it is now
kinda
but you're punishing me for the lipstick thing which would have made her talk to me by actually doing my joke suggestion which would make her *not* talk to me, timing is everything, come on
>pause, and then, "i don't believe you."
and furthermore
>well excuse me, princess, but my curiosity is piqued and at this point either we're gonna have a conversation about it or you're gonna ask me to get a different seat. for example, don't you have a credit card?

"salvaged" this is a complete stranger and we are a magical secret agent why is relationship maintenance even a thing

>>3546474
>Your work? Are you a banker? Currency exchanger? High class escort?

We should have said we looked through her purse for an ID so we knew who to return it to. Too late now.

>>3546655
Navigate a shadowy underworld of deranged cults, non-human monsters, and eldritch entities that will melt your brain if you look at them funny to get with a suspicious woman you just met in an airport? Sounds like typical /qst/ to me.

I'm stuck here forever too

On a slightly related tangent, thank you for your creative write-ins anon. Even if they're not always chosen, player input like yours makes quests massively more fun to run.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYL6g_Dw_4U

These options are contradictory so I'll roll again.
Odds - I don't believe you
Evens - Your work? Are you a ...

I wish any lurkers I had would vote. Rolling for options feels cheap to me as I feel they deprive the quest of player input. Can't force anyone though.

Do people feel the same way or are they fine with rolling?

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>3548559
Shit, forgot to roll

Okay, I ended up working in both options while writing.

You pause for a second. You needed to progress this conversation.
“I don’t believe you.” you say.

Delilah seems to take a second to think of how to respond. “You don’t? I wonder why … It’s not something I can do something about though …”

She’s trailing off. This was really a way to let an awkward, artificial conversation die. But you couldn’t let your conversation with Delilah die yet.
“my curiosity is piqued and now, either we're gonna have a conversation about it or you're going to have to ask me to get a different seat.”

“Curious? What do you mean? Are you really that interested in what’s in my purse?”

“For example, don't you have a credit card? It’s strange that you don’t have a credit card.”

Delilah’s tone of voice changes from painstakingly polite to slightly flustered and polite.
“I-it’s much more convenient to use actual money than a credit card. B-besides … You shouldn’t know I don’t have a credit card anyways.” She protests.

Judging by her stuttering, It seems that you’ve hit on a delicate matter to Delilah. But would a competent adversary really give themselves away so easily? Was it because she had let her guard down with what she thought was a normal civilian? But then again, the assumption that your opponent was competent was more a precaution than an accurate insight into the nature of all your adversaries …

“What is your work anyways? Are you a banker? Currency exchanger? High class escort?”

“F-freelance competitor management,” Delilah answers … “But why do you want to know? Work is work, isn’t it?”

>”Freelance competitor management? What do you mean by that?” Sounds overly-vague to you

>”I don’t believe you. What do you REALLY do?”

>”Ah, I see.” Let the conversation die now. You’ve learned all that you can without attracting undue attention.

>Other

Oh my god she's an assassin. But what about the anachronistic clothing? Ok we are DEFINITELY covertly tracking her when we get off the plane. It's gonna be difficult because now she knows our face much too well. Do we have any illusion spells in the grimoire? The anachronistic clothing though...her *cover story* is that she's an assassin?

>"I don't know about that, my job is pretty interesting. Look, I--I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything. It's gonna be a boring flight, I guess." Ding. The seatbelt sign turns off. "I'm gonna go pee. And for what it's worth, I didn't know you didn't have a credit card, there just isn't one in your purse."

What's our official cover story? Just don't say nothing to no one? I thought this was an investigative trip.

And it's definitely a cover story. Assassins are competent.

OHMYGOD WE'RE THE TARGET

Let's get a date with her.

>>3548818
You can find a list of spells in thread one. Pyromancy spells were added in thread three, but I don't think you'll find those very relevant.

>Pilot Light - Tristan summons a small flame from the tip of his finger

>Zephyr - Tristan can create and control a soft breeze for a short period of time

>Telekine Nudge - Tristan can use his mind to pick up small objects for a short period of time

>Minor Healing - Tristan’s touch can heal very small wounds. Papercuts close and small bruises fade. Broken bones remain broken.

>Mental Jab - Upon touching the target’s head, Tristan can cause immense psychic pain

>Sleight of the Mind - Tristan can lace his words with arcane influence, convincing people to overlook small things

>Minute Sanctification - Tristan can sanctify something he touches, diminishing the flow of magic around it. The effect is limited in both size and scope.

>Minute Exorcism - Tristan can exorcise something he touches, dispelling any magic intrinsic to that object’s nature. The effect is not very strong against highly magical things.

>>3548626
>"Freelance competitor management? Sounds like something an assassin would say haha."

They had Insania In Carne in their hands and they went for Pyromancy? Did they end up reading Insania In Carne or did they just leave it there? Pathetic.

>let's do a slight of the mind while we pee to make her guilty about turning down a friendly creepy interrogation, minute exorcism when we return. Maybe "let's try this one more time. Hi Delilah. I'm Jayden. I'm usually a clinical psychologist, but this time, I'm going to Winterpine to be an exorcist," while offering a handshake.

>>3550791
If I recall correctly, they tried interpreting Insania In Carne but were unable to learn any spells.

Also, I'm sorry but I can't understand your write in. What do you mean sleight of the mind when you go to the washroom? You need to speak to your target to activate your spell.
Also, what are you exorcising with your minute exorcism?
Also, I forgot to mention this in this thread, but Tristan can only temporarily memorize spells by looking at his grimoire. He can't use them at will.

>>3550791
>Insania In Carne
what? are we gonna have time later to go find IIC and make more attempts to learn? what are we doing on this mission that's more important than spending a few days or weeks figuring that out?
>>3550845
oh
i think ^aboveposter^ was thinking that exorcism was like penicillin, but you can't just give antibiotics to healthy people anyway. maybe it's the "any". but if we have to have the book out it doesn't matter because that's a non-option.
so we can use the opportunity of peeing to temporarily memorize one spell but not two? sounds like a plan i suppose how about
>"let's try this one more time. Hi Delilah. I'm Jayden. I'm usually a clinical psychologist, but this time, I'm going to Winterpine to be an exorcist," while offering a handshake.
so SOTM is the only illusion spell we've got right now? pass, we're already attempting that the old-fashioned way, but i guess learn it in the loo anywho if we can. how long does it stay in our heads after we've learned it?

on second thought, yeah let's SOTM the assassin.

Fine.

>>3551314
Around a day, but sleeping resets everything and makes you forget the spells if you wanted to know.

hai, o-tsukaresama desu.

cool let's Sleight this slut like krampus

like *santa claus

>>3551314
>>3551321
>>3551339
Would update except I'm still unclear what you guys want to do with Minute Exorcism

If we can cast both spells at once that's my vote. Gotta check her reaction to getting exorcised. If she's got no magic it should have no effect, right?

>>3551553
Gotcha.

It's pretty late for me now, so I don't think an update is possible today. Sorry guys.

Are the Templars anti-magic?

>>3551648
The Templar are anti muggles-knowing-magic

So we're no better than the assassin, we just don't know who we're working for.

>>3552742
No, we're definitely better than the assassin

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>>3552753

It's simple. We kill the assassin.

>>3552785
We fuck her buddy

Bored with this now

>>3552845
Any issues you have in particular?

I don't owe you anything, the only rule is power, kys.

>Sleight Delilah

“Ah, I see.” You say. “Sounds complicated.”

“It’s less complicated once you learn the basics.” Delilah replies

“Ah. I see.” With that non committal statement, you let your conversation with Delilah die. But that was all part of your new plan.

You sit still for a few minutes. Then, you get up, grab your backpack from the overhead compartment, and go to the plane’s washroom.

The washrooms at the tail end of the plane are all empty so you choose one for yourself. You sit down on the toilet cover before zipping open your backpack and withdraw your Pocket Grimoire.

You had been suspicious of Delilah for some time now, and those suspicions were all but confirmed by the job description Delilah had dropped. Freelance Competitor Management? That was just another way of saying assassin-for-hire. But you still weren’t completely sure of Delilah’s true nature.

Fortunately, your Pocket Grimoire provided a way to check.
You open the familiar small, ornate, leatherbound book, flipping quickly to the pages concerning the first spell you intend to use.

>Sleight of the Mind
Glancing at the right page covered in arcane diagrams and patterns, you burn the knowledge of how to cast the minor cantrip into your short term memory. Even the simplest spell was extraordinarily complex in the knowledge needed to cast it, and the memetic patterns which allowed instant memorizations were one of the great secrets of the Templar order.

Now with this spell, you’ll be able to control the conversation you’ll restart with Delilah as you see fit. But you’re not done yet! You flip to another spell in your Grimoire to memorize.

>Minute Exorcism
You memorize an exorcism, giving you the power to perform small exorcisms. It wouldn’t be able to dispel a demon or, hell, even break through a third-rate mage’s shields but it’s strength didn’t matter. All you needed to be able to do was see if Delilah reacted at all when you cast an exorcism on her. That would let you know if she was something abnormal or non-human.

With two spells memorized, you won’t be able to memorize any new spells for a while. To try to burn more into your short term memory would be to invite brain damage or worse. But two is all you need.

You walk back to your seat. Delilah was still staring out the window. You sit back down and let a few seconds of awkward silence pass before you speak.

“Delilah, I’m sorry if we started off on the wrong foot. I feel the way I conducted myself led to a lot of unpleasantness …” As you speak, you lace your words with magical influence, willing Delilah to overlook exactly how invasive your actions had been to her privacy.

Delilah looks away from the window to look at you.
“I-it’s fine,” she says, “You didn’t do anything that caused lasting harm, I shouldn’t be so angry with you.”

“Thank you for understanding.” You nod before offering a handshake. “let's try this one more time. Hi Delilah. I'm Jayden. I'm usually a clinical psychologist, but this time, I'm going to Winterpine to be an exorcist."

Delilah returns your handshake. “It’s nice to meet you Jayden.”
When you cast a minute exorcism on Delilah’s hand, nothing happens. There was no yelp of surprise or accusing look as her wards were triggered. In fact, looking at Delilah now, the only thing you see is how cheerful Delilah can look when she isn’t pissed at you for looking through her purse.

It seems you’ve managed to make amends with her. You try to release your handshake.

She doesn’t let go.

Her grip is starting to tighten and you can’t do anything about it. It tightens and tightens until you feel the bones in your hands grinding against each other.

Delilah leans in close.
“Just to let you know, I think it would be a good idea for you to never try to hypnotize me or exorcise me again,” she says, her voice the epitome of cheerfulness, “Actually, I think you should just try to stay out of my way.”

Abruptly, Delilah releases you and you immediately withdraw your arm, cradling your throbbing hand.

Delilah smiles. “It wouldn’t be good for you for us to fight right now since we’re in a plane, but I hope you continue to stay out of my way when we land. That way we can have a pleasant flight.”

>”O-okay, I’ll stay out of your way.”

>”Y-yeah. Let’s have a pleasant flight.”

>Stay silent. The situation is bad enough as it is.

>Other

See, situations like this are why we don't pussy out when we have a chance to learn Insania In Carne.

>"Unfortunately, miss, I'm stationed in Winterpine until further notice, and instructed to report supernatural activity to my superiors like a bitch who can't do anything for themselves and needs to rely on a network of informed and uniformly positive support just to keep breathing, and I actually do have a cell phone, but good luck with killing whoever you're paid to be killing before I manage to stop you or call in Mommy Templar to do it for me."

Or, more precisely.

>Something to do in Winterpine after all, you think to yourself and can't help breaking out in a big grin. "I'm already enjoying my flight. What was it you said you did, again? Freelance competitor management? What does that mean, exactly?"

I'm prepared to kill Tristan for this conversation. Not least because I don't respect the Templars' mission.

Throw in a comma there, obviously.

And maybe add something about how "I'm stationed here until further notice" after very politely asking about Delilah's work.

>>3553089
Fair warning, if Tristan dies, I don't know if I'll continue the quest or not.

I'm not convinced at all that assassin isn't another layer of cover story.

As if it were up to me whether or not Tristan dies, although he does in the Wagner.

>>3553120
To be fair, the woman never said whether she was an assassin or not.

Freelance Competitor Management is at least a reputation assassin or a business assassin. No assassin of any kind would be that cavalier with a curious stranger on an airplane without having a reason. So either she's not an assassin and being an assassin is somehow a cover story for something much stranger and more dangerous which resembles assassin closely enough that a muggle observer might be fooled and somehow a stranger thinking she kills people is safer than knowing what she actually does, or she has ZERO regard for the intelligence of the average inquisitive stranger to even understand basic english.

The question I'm trying to answer is, why did she figure Tristan for the type to be inquisitive enough to get figure out that she's an assassin, so that she was compelled to tell him the muggle explanation of her work and throw him off the trail of her supernatural/paranormal activities? Furthermore, why tip her hand about the s/p stuff? If I'm not a threat to her, and she certainly seems to want me to think that, why the show of force? Why not disregard me entirely and tell me she's here for a Luddite conference or something? No, no no no.

This is a web of intrigue designed for a tool, not a target. We're going to be used to either assassinate a Templar higher-up. Maybe we're a virgin sacrifice, like Rocky from The Exorcist.

Grammar. whatever.

I feel like this is playing Tristan wrong. Is he supposed to be able to figure this out? This isn't a puzzle game, it's an RP quest. Hm.

>>3553170
Despite their name the Templar are more holy detectives than holy knights

>oink, oink oink oink

>run to the cockpit, kick the door in, wrestle the controls from the pilot and fly us directly into the ground
dothis
>but seriously, press this line of questioning. make her really spell out the cover story. this is probably gonna be the last chance we get to speak directly to her assuming she plans to avoid us after we leave the plane (i'm gonna go ahead and assume that was the plan all along) and anything she says can and will be oink oink oink oink oink oink oink.

>the game plan right now is to make her think we're gonna call the Templar authority figure that she'll either assassinate or feed to her demon boss (never mind that the Templar almost certainly serve a demon) but in fact we're just gonna run her in circles until she tires out because now she has to avoid us when we arrive and pretending to avoid someone is much more difficult than pretending to investigate someone.

Clearly she's got a vested interest in getting our attention. Let's make her pay for it and then win by doing nothing. If we get eaten, we get eaten, it's probably not even a proper meal for her demon boss. If I had to guess I'd say they feed on brain damage. So this gives us an opportunity to learn spells we might otherwise not be able to risk learning because the risk is part of the idea, we're baiting them. Perhaps they'll think we're gonna try and stop them, which is when they'll spring their trap. We're not. Again, win by not attacking. Use their own momentum against them, even a demon and a demonically assisted super assassin's time is finite.

>>3553013
>"I knew there was something off about you! Who are you?"

Mark me down as against all of purple anons nonsense.

Yeah tldr all that stuff but for me it's

>"O-okay, I'll stay out of your way."

>>3553079
>>3553668
>>3553884
Three way tie. Any advice or opinions on how this should be handled?

>>3554753
I advise that you pick mine and ignore the others.

More seriously I'll back the second post from the first voter. As long as the dialogue option is
>>3553089
And not
>>3553079
And the rest of his posts are ignored.

Mobile posting purple here

Agree with above, that is all. No more thinking in post.

>>3554904
Maybe be a bit more concise and keep your thoughts in one post? I personally feel it's better to explain your reasoning so other posters know what you're aiming for.

I guess the policy for three-way ties is to wait for them to be broken then

>"I'm already enjoying my flight. What was it you said you did, again? Freelance competitor management? What does that mean, exactly?"

“I'm already enjoying my flight.” you say. Maybe there would be a chance to learn more about Delilah if you keep the conversation pleasant. “What was it you said you did, again? Freelance competitor management? What does that mean, exactly?"

“It’s actually pretty simple,” Delilah replies, “I specialize in defusing troubling situations for my clients caused by their competitors. I’ll be hired by my client, given a summary of the problem as well as being informed of my Client’s preferences in how to handle the problem, and then assist in making the problem go away. But I want to hear about your job too! You’re studying to be an exorcist? I’ve met a few before, and I thought it seemed like an interesting job … although I don’t know much about it.”

>”Oh, I don’t know much about Exorcism myself, just the very basics.” Proceed to talk to Delilah about the basics of Exorcism

>”That’s why I’m studying it. But your job sounds fascinating as well.” Talk to Delilah about the basics of Freelance Competitor Management

>”I’m sorry, I’m still confused about Freelance Competitor Management. What do you mean by ‘clients’? What kind of client usually hires you?”

>Other

>>3555252
>”That’s why I’m studying it. But your job sounds fascinating as well.” Talk to Delilah about the basics of Freelance Competitor Management

>>3555252
Backing
>>3555279

>>3555252
>"I see. Is that why you just so happened to have a seat next to the Winterpine's new exorcist?"
As a write in option. Can't put the cat back in the bag.

>>3555516
Are you changing your vote from >>3555279?

>>3555595
Yeah

Rolled 3 (1d6)

Tie again. 1d6 time.

Odds - ”That’s why I’m studying it. But your job sounds fascinating as well.”

Evens - "I see. Is that why you just so happened to have a seat next to the Winterpine's new exorcist?"

>”That’s why I’m studying it. But your job sounds fascinating as well.”

“Exorcism is interesting. That’s why I’m studying it.” You reply to Delilah, “But your job sounds fascinating as well.”

“Well, I guess you could say that.” Delilah admits, smiling. “Not many people get to travel as much as me for work … And you meet a lot of interesting people as well.”

“Interesting people?”

“Yeah. You meet and work with a lot of interesting people in Freelance Competitor Management. You can’t do a job by yourself, you know! It’s really important to have support from the right specialists.

“I see,” You nod, “You must meet a lot of new people since you travel so much.”

“That’s right! I’m always moving around, and I’ll meet new people almost every time I get a new job.”

“I’d guess you get new jobs often. That comes from working as a freelancer, right?”

Delilah laughs a little. “I guess that’s what you’d expect, right? Usually, that’s how it is, but I’ve been working for the same client for a while now …”

>”And who is this client?”

>”You said you usually finish your jobs quickly. What’s so special about your job this time?”

>”So where do you usually travel?”

>Other

>>3557379
>”You said you usually finish your jobs quickly. What’s so special about your job this time?”

>>3557379
>>3557443
Backing, but at some point I want to ask how she recognized exorcist techniques.

I bet she's a demon.

Maybe she's one of the unused characters from the first thread?

There will be no update tonight because your QM was a massive idiot who either forgot to set his alarm clock or had it break on him.

There might be an update not much later in the day though. Keep your fingers crossed.

They're crossed. Protect me from evil, fingies!

The update wasn’t supposed to be this late, I swear! Much apologies

>”You said you usually finish your jobs quickly. What’s so special about your job this time?”

“You said you usually finish your jobs quickly, right?” You ask. “What’s special about your job this time?”

“Well,” Delilah pauses as if thinking of an appropriate answer, “Let’s just say I know my current client personally, so I do a lot of jobs as favours for her.”

“Favours?”

“Well … not exactly favours. I have to support myself after all. But I always accept her contracts first before any others. I even do them for cheaper than what I usually charge!” Delilah elaborates.

“That’s great, but I still don’t understand why working for a friend would lead to a longer assignment than usual.”

“Maybe ‘lasting longer than usual’ was a bad way to put it,” Delilah admits, “It’s more like I’m getting a lot of jobs from her at once.”

You’re about to ask a question when Delilah strikes back with one of her own.
“I’m sorry but can’t tell you more about my current job or else I’ll give away my client’s confidentiality, ahaha … but I have something I’d like to know.

Delilah leans in close. “That was an interesting exorcism you cast on me earlier. It was really small, but you cast it without a ritual … You said you were going to going to Winterpine to study to be an exorcist, but you already know an exorcism and can perform it without any ritual. You’re not new to exorcisms, most exorcists spend years learning how to cast them even with preparation. Besides, there aren’t any advanced exorcists in Winterpine. Who are you going to learn from, I wonder?”

>”Oh, my teacher’s not very well known. In fact, he’d prefer if he remained as unknown as possible.”

>”I don’t see the need in discussing my studies with you. It would be rather dull for someone who isn’t an exorcist.”

>”Oh, you won’t know him. Please tell me more about your client, they sound interesting. Who are they, exactly?”

>Other

>"Ha! How did you guess? I've always got more to learn, but I'm going to act as an exorcist, not specifically for study. Must be a busy place, if there's demand for a, um, Competitor Manager, and there's another exorcist already there. Is your mysterious benefactor friend in the area too?"

>>3561838
>"Oh, I can't do much compared to the real greats in the field. Speaking of, how did you even recognize what I did? You clearly have some training yourself."

Options are compatible so I’ll combine them

“Ha! How did you guess?” You laugh, “I can’t do much compared to the real masters. I’ve always got more to learn, but I’m going to operate as an exorcist, although not specifically for study.”

“You seem very studious. That’s good to hear!” Delilah compliments you.

“Well you clearly have some training yourself,” You reply, “How else would you recognize that I cast an exorcism?”

Delilah blushes a little at your compliment. “Well, I’m no exorcist … but I do know a few things about magic. I’d have to, or else I wouldn’t be able to be working in Competitor Management.”

“Winterpine must be a hectic city, if there is a demand for a … Competitor Manager there.” Using Delilah’s term for her job gives you an uncomfortable feeling. “Is your mysterious benefactor in the area as well?”

“It’s actually pretty quiet there,” Delilah answers, “And no, my client has me working in strange places she’d never visit. I really have no idea what an exorcist like you would do in Winterpine …” The way Delilah left that statement open-ended … Was she still suspicious of you?

You feel slightly nervous when you give your answer.
“There’s already another exorcist in Winterpine so it can’t be that bad of a place for exorcists.”

“Hmm … Well, you might know an exorcist there that I don’t, but they’re not a freelance Exorcist for sure … I know most of the freelancers related to the Competitor Management business … Winterpine’s a small city though. I’m surprised no one’s heard about an exorcist there. They’re pretty rare, you know?”

>”Yes. Exorcists are indeed few and far between.”

>”What do exorcists have to do with the Competitor Management business?”

>”You seem familiar with Winterpine. Have you been there before?”

>>3564052
Forgot to add
>Other

I've been getting some nice write-ins

>>3564052
>"Are the competitors you have to manage supernatural in origin?"

>>3564652
Of course they are, can we not waste a question on this?

>>3564052

She's right to be suspicious of us, she's an assassin and we're a Roman Catholic Cop! If she's acting suspicious it's probably because she suspects we know she's lying about something in that sentence.
Also, we still could have denied casting the spell and done some gaslighting on her. It would make it easier to get information out of her because she would be eager to clear up her own confusion about the direction the conversation was taking. Damn y'all never had abusive friends or family? Best secret agent school there is.
Please tell me we aren't trying to gain the trust of an assassin because of the ass part of that word. An assassin wouldn't trust an open book anyway, for obvious reasons, which is why I led with clinical psychology. Doctor-patient confidentiality is a habit, not just a business practice. Let them play themselves trying to play you. Sigh.

>"If you don't mind my asking, can you tell me anything about your business in Winterpine specifically? I wonder if I might be able to help."

>>3565928
You're not really Roman Catholic, the Templar are really their own denomination. It turns out that fighting demons and studying witchcraft gives you a different perspective on theology.

Nice tripcode. Are you running a quest I should check out?

>>3566302

Stranger danger

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Votes tied so I'll roll a 1d6 again

>Odds - "Are the competitors you have to manage supernatural in origin?"

>Evens - "If you don't mind my asking, can you tell me anything about your business in Winterpine specifically? I wonder if I might be able to help."

>"If you don't mind my asking, can you tell me anything about your business in Winterpine specifically? I wonder if I might be able to help."

“Well, about that,” you say, “If you don’t mind me asking, could you tell me anything about your business in Winterpine specifically? I wonder if I might be able to help.”

“Eh?” Delilah giggles a little, “That’s a strange request, I’m just helping to figure out a way to solve some potential problems that might pop up in the future in the area for my client … Are you looking for a way into the freelance world perhaps? I know a few people like you who began careers who never meant to end up in the freelance industry but still found their experiences to be valuable in their new jobs ...”

“Wait, are you talking about … Competitor Management?” Is she asking if you want to start a career as an assassin?

“You don’t have to be a Competitor Manager to work in the freelance world,” Delilah explains, “I know a security expert, intelligence specialist, and hospitality manager who all work freelance!”

The number of terms she was using … If ‘Competitor Management’ was a code for ‘Assassin’, then what was security expert supposed to mean? Intelligence specialist? Hospitality manager?”

“I don’t know any good opportunities for an exorcist outside of freelancing.” Delilah muses, “I guess you could work for the Church, but you wouldn’t be asking about a job if you were already employed by them, right? Ahahaha!”

>”Yes, I’m interested in going freelance as an exorcist.”

>”No, I’m not interested in going freelance. It was just a silly idea on my part.”

>”Your associates sound interesting. So they’re all freelancers? How does that work?”

>Other

>>3566506

Do you ever get the feeling you're being...managed?

>”Yes, I’m interested in going freelance as an exorcist.”

Maybe not this exact wording. We oughta figure out who her client is. How about

>"Well, yes. I'd heard there were some paranormal goings-on in Winterpine, but work is work. if your client friend has any need of an exorcist, I'd be grateful for the opportunity. Feel free to give them my information." (Produce false identity business card, if we have one. It probably won't say Exorcist on it but our name and number should do the trick)

>>3566577
You weren't expecting to need them en route to Winterpine so unfortunately, all of your fake identity business cards are in your Portable Atelier

>>3566634
Buuuuuuuuuuuutttt

>>3566506
>"I'll consider it, depends on how my training goes haha. What is a hospitality manager? Can't say I've ever heard of that profession."

Intelligence specialist is almost definitely a spy. Security expert is maybe counter spying? Hospitality manager is way tougher to guess, all that comes to mind is imprisonment and maybe torture. Or they're a pimp.

>>3566720
Yeah actually this could be an interesting conversation route.

Hospitality manager sounds like a summoner to me actually

>"I'll consider it, depends on how my training goes

“I will consider that.” you answer. “It depends on how my training goes.”

Delilah shrugs and leans back. “I guess that’s how it always is, right? Well I hope your training goes well then.”

“Thank you,” You reply. “The freelance world is vast indeed. I couldn’t recognize any of the titles you mentioned.”

“Well, I guess you have to be involved in a job which requires a certain expert to really understand what that expert’s role is.” Delilah muses.

“I agree … but what is a Hospitality Manager anyways?” you ask abruptly.

“Hmm … That’s a good question!” Delilah admits, “I’m not sure what the specifics of their job is, but from what I’ve seen working with one, It’s like mine …”

“Interesting … I would have thought that Competitor management and Hospitality management were two completely different things.”

“They are kind-of the same thing,” Delilah elaborates, “Except that my job is to treat competitors as a problem while a Hospitality Manager’s job is to treat them like guests or hosts depending on the job.”

>Ask about the person she said was a hospitality manager

>Ask her what treating competitors as a problem entails

>You’ve learned all you need. Further conversation-making isn’t required

>Other

>>3568849
Kidnapping to get the competition out of the way instead of killing? Hmmm.

>You've learned all you need.

>"All right, so say that I wanted to do a bit of freelance work while in Winterpine using my skillset. Do you know anyone specific you could introduce me to?"

>>3569171
Can back this

>Do you know anyone specific you could introduce me to?

“All right,” You say, trying to keep your voice friendly. “So if I were to want to do a bit of freelance work along with my training … would you have anyone specifically you could introduce me to?”

“To get a job, you mean?” Delilah asks

“It doesn’t need to be an employer.” You quickly clarify, “It could also be someone who might connect me to the right people.”

“In Winterpine?” Delilah thinks for a moment before saying, “I guess there’s some people who might be interested in hiring you on a very temporary basis … Maybe not as an Exorcist at first though, that kind of job takes some trust, you know?”

You’re a little confused and very curious. “What else would they need me except as an exorcist?”

“I’m sure you have some other useful talents.” Delilah says, her voice mildly chiding. “You’re a skilled magic-user, right? You can’t learn exorcism unless you at least know the basics of magic. Besides, the way you carry yourself makes it really obvious. Your measured pace, your disciplined posture, your tightly controlled breathing … Those calluses on your knuckles and palms are definitely signs of a skilled ‘psychologist’. I’ve met a few in my work, you know!”

It seems that Delilah saw through your cover. Judging on how she had commented on your combat conditioning, she had probably seen through it not long after first meeting you.

But she was choosing to play along. What did this mean?

Perhaps Delilah was taunting you. Perhaps she was adhering to the code among mages to conceal their magical activities. Perhaps she simply didn’t want to force a confrontation on a plane. Even taking magic into account, there weren’t many things that could survive a thirty thousand feet drop to the ground.

“Don’t worry, I don’t really care about any of that.” Delilah says, almost as if responding to your thoughts. “Now, I’m a little tired now so we’ll have to continue this conversation later. It was nice meeting you, Jayden.”

With that, Delilah turns away from you to face the window again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

End of Thread

Another thread finished. A lot of interesting write-ins this time. I hope player presence is as pronounced in the threads to come.

What did you guys think? Any questions/comments/criticism? pls no bully

New thread on thursday or friday. We'll see how it goes.

>>3570443
It got me curious about rival organizations to the Templar. Would MC know about any?

>>3570733
There are several other organizations other than the Templar that are too large to miss (if you're looking). I'll probably write a loredump at some point.

New thread is up