>>3926432
Carefully, you retrieve your sword and display its modified hilt to the priest as an example of what you mean. “All of the parts of this hilt came from the swords of four of my comrades. Of those, only one still lives.”

“I see what you mean now,” Father Vincent tells you. “For someone such as yourself, humanity must seem like frailty.”

>I don’t know whether I agree with that or not, but it certainly seems to be what many other warriors think.
>It may well be. But it’s also what keeps us connected with humanity, helps us relate to the people we fight for.
>It may be sad and painful, but it also gives me more determination to carry out the mission that we once shared.
>Other?

>>3926437
I don't know whether I agree with that or not

>>3926437
>I don’t know whether I agree with that or not, but it certainly seems to be what many other warriors think.

>>3926437
>It may well be. But it’s also what keeps us connected with humanity, helps us relate to the people we fight for.

>>3926437
>It may be sad and painful, but it also gives me more determination to carry out the mission that we once shared.

>>3926437
>>It may well be. But it’s also what keeps us connected with humanity, helps us relate to the people we fight for.

>>3926437
>It may be sad and painful, but it also gives me more determination to carry out the mission that we once shared.
>If i couldn't feel this sort of sadness, i really would have become a monster.

>>3926437
>>It may be sad and painful, but it also gives me more determination to carry out the mission that we once shared.

>>3926437
>I don’t know whether I agree with that or not*, perhaps a few other warriors think that. But it’s our past humanity that helps us relate to the people we fight for.
It may be sad and painful, but it also gives me strength and determination to carry out the mission that we once shared.

>>3926437
>>I don’t know whether I agree with that or not, but it certainly seems to be what many other warriors think.

>>3926437
>>It may well be. But it’s also what keeps us connected with humanity, helps us relate to the people we fight for.

>>3926437
>It may be sad and painful, but it also gives me more determination to carry out the mission that we once shared.

>>3926437
“Perhaps some of my fellow warriors do feel that way,” you admit, “but I’m not sure I can agree with them.”

You tap lightly at the golden metal of your hilt. “This material was salvaged from the sword that belonged to a young woman who I… ‘trained with’. She and I always relied on each other for comfort when things were at their worst. If I couldn’t mourn her death, and honor the memory of her life, could I really say I’m any better than a yōma?”

Father Vincent considers your point quietly. “I suppose such sentiments are among the things which set us apart from the yōma. They can be painful, but they are part of the human experience that we must accept and deal with in our own ways.”

“It’s good to know you’re one of the ones who understands that.”

“Why is that good?” you ask curiously. “I mean, aside from in the abstract sense of it being a good thing?”

The priest rubs the back of his neck. “Well, since you asked, this is some rather sensitive information I am about to share with you. But you’ve already seen the evidence, so I suppose it cannot do more harm than has already been done.”

“If you think it wise,” you nod.

“Thank you. The town you encountered I suspect has fallen victim to the Inquisition.”

It takes you a few moments to process that accusation. “What makes you believe that?”

“Because they have recently declared working with the Organization of yours to be a heresy,” he explains carefully. “And the village you saw destroyed recently hired a Claymore to eliminate a yōma.”

“How recently?” you ask, keeping your concerns mostly contained.

“Some weeks ago,” Father Vincent explains.

>So do you have any hard evidence that the Inquisition is responsible?
>I can’t act even if you DID have hard evidence. It’s a rule for a reason.
>I… MIGHT have a solution, if you gave me some time to pursue it.
>Other?

>>3928581
>I… MIGHT have a solution, if you gave me some time to pursue it.

>>3928581
>>So do you have any hard evidence that the Inquisition is responsible?

>>3928581
>I… MIGHT have a solution, if you gave me some time to pursue it.

>>3928581
>I… MIGHT have a solution, if you gave me some time to pursue it.

>>3928581
>>So do you have any hard evidence that the Inquisition is responsible?

>>3928581
“I might,” you stress your uncertainty, “be able to work out a solution. But it could take some time to do in such a way that it doesn’t cause even more panic and provoke backlash against my kind for my involvement, thereby making the situation worse in the long time. I’ll have to be careful.”

“Do you want me to act on this information?”

After a moment of contemplation, Father Vincent nods curtly. “Yes. I believe that will be necessary, if you can do it without introducing further complications.”

“Then consider it ‘mission accepted’,” you reply, returning your sword to its hanger on your back. “Now, the business at hand… I came here seeking out a yōma. Do you know anything about recent events which might be attributed to yōma rather than the Inquisition?”

“Not in Tronkirk proper,” Father Vincent informs you. “There is however a small village just up the hill from here, at a crossroads. Evidently there was an attack there.”

“But I can’t say that they’ve even asked for assistance.”

>I’ll head there and assess the situation. If it ends up being a yōma I’ll name my price when I return.
>If it’s a yōma I’ll kill it free of charge. But there’s a catch… I’ll explain in detail to you when I return.
>What price would seem reasonable to you, given Tronkirk’s ability to pay? If it isn’t a yōma there won’t be a fee.
>Other?

>>3930559
>>If it’s a yōma I’ll kill it free of charge. But there’s a catch… I’ll explain in detail to you when I return.

>>3930559
>If it’s a yōma I’ll kill it free of charge. But there’s a catch… I’ll explain in detail to you when I return.

>>3930559
>>If it’s a yōma I’ll kill it free of charge. But there’s a catch… I’ll explain in detail to you when I return.

>>3930559
>If it’s a yōma I’ll kill it free of charge. But there’s a catch… I’ll explain in detail to you when I return.

>>3930559
>>If it’s a yōma I’ll kill it free of charge. But there’s a catch… I’ll explain in detail to you when I return.

>>3930559
>If it’s a yōma I’ll kill it free of charge. But there’s a catch… I’ll explain in detail to you when I return.

>>3930559
“If it’s a yōma then I’ll kill it,” you declare, “and I’ll do it for free. But there’s a catch, and I’ll tell you more about it when I return.”

“Do we have a deal?”

Father Vincent eventually nods. “I suppose it is worth it, seeing how expensive the services of a Claymore typically are.”

>Good, then tell me everything you know about the situation.
>Good, then tell me who I should speak to when I get there.
>Just go, do your own reconnaissance.

>>3932096
>>Good, then tell me everything you know about the situation.
>>Good, then tell me who I should speak to when I get there.

>>3932096
>>Good, then tell me everything you know about the situation.
>>Good, then tell me who I should speak to when I get there.

>>3932096
>Good, then tell me everything you know about the situation.
>Good, then tell me who I should speak to when I get there.

>>3932096
>>Good, then tell me everything you know about the situation.

>>3932096
>>Good, then tell me everything you know about the situation.

>>3932096
“Good, then tell me everything you know about the situation,” you declare.

Father Vincent explains to you that there used to be four families in the crossroads village he was talking about, living in six houses. There had just been a contentious marriage recently between the son of one of those families and the daughter of another, with the two families reluctantly contributing money to building the new couple a small home with its own pastures and garden. Nothing opulent of course, all stone and sod with wooden window frames, but cozy no doubt. A good place for a young couple in the country to get a start on their new lives.

Unfortunately those lives weren’t long, as they were both killed brutally one night under the cover of one of the storms that roll through the Dari pass this time of year.

At first the two families each tried to blame each other, to the point that the youngest son of one of the families was nearly beaten to death in an escalating spiral of retaliation. However the next time a storm blew through the valley there was another killing: this time the elderly parents of a third, unrelated family.

“In both cases the victims had been brutalized,” Father Vincent informs you, “their organs and large parts of their torsos removed. The fact that an unrelated family lost members was the key point that told them they were dealing with yōma, and not a human pretending.”

“I’ve certainly seen that sort of charade before,” you admit. “So I’d be suspicious as well.”

“So you believe it was a yōma?”

You nod. “It certainly seems that way. Two attacks during storms… when was the last event?”

“Just five days ago,” the Father tells you.

“And what has the weather been like?” you press. “Has there been another storm since then?”

He shakes his head. “No, there hasn’t.”

>So we’re dealing with a yōma whose lair is near that settlement.
>If I search the village, there should be some indication as to where the yōma approached from.
>I’ll need to speak with some of the villagers, get their account of what happened.
>… have the bodies been disposed of yet?
>Other?

>>3933618
>I’ll need to speak with some of the villagers, get their account of what happened.
>… have the bodies been disposed of yet?

>>3933618
>If I search the village, there should be some indication as to where the yōma approached from.
>… have the bodies been disposed of yet?

>>3933618
>>So we’re dealing with a yōma whose lair is near that settlement.
>>… have the bodies been disposed of yet?

>>3933618
>I’ll need to speak with some of the villagers, get their account of what happened.
>… have the bodies been disposed of yet?

>>3933618
“Have the bodies been disposed of yet?” you ask, rather indelicately.

Father Vincent shakes his head. “The first couple, yes. They have been cremated. The elderly two who were killed more recently, no.”

“I would like to see them,” you press.

“Rather ghoulish, don’t you think?”

You shake your head. “If it helps me to kill a yōma before it can kill another human, then I consider it pragmatic, not ghoulish.”

The priest can’t quite seem to follow your reasoning… or rather he understands it, but some aspect of his human psyche prevents him from admitting as much.

“I can’t say I agree with that,” he tells you with a frown. “But I suppose this is your business now, isn’t it?”

Father Vincent leads you out to the kirkyard, where there is a small chapel. Behind a locked iron gate are two wooden coffins, containing the bodies to be burned.

“They were just prepared yesterday,” he explains to you. “Washed and anointed.”

“That’s an old Hazari practice,” you observe. “Not typically done in the east.”

“Just because theirs is an unusual expression of faith does not make it a lesser faith.”

You open one of the coffins, peeling back the veil to reveal the face of an older woman. High cheeks, a sharp nose, but plenty of laugh lines. She looks like somebody’s grandmother.

>3d10, best of three

Rolled 5, 6, 9 = 20 (3d10)

>>3935333

Rolled 6, 10, 10 = 26 (3d10)

>>3935333

Rolled 6, 3, 8 = 17 (3d10)

>>3935333

Rolled 6, 8, 10 = 24 (3d10)

>>3935333

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>>3935344

>>3935333
You look over the two bodies thoroughly, the older woman and her husband. It quickly becomes clear that these two were indeed killed by a yōma based on the way their rib cages were pried open while the ribs and sternum were still in articulation, breaking the lower ribs in the process. There are also nail markings on the vertebrae, where the tough muscular tissue connecting the spine has been shredded.

No human could do that with their bare hands.

“There’s clear evidence that this was indeed done by a yōma,” you declare, covering the woman’s face with the shroud. “The pattern of breakage and scratch marks is completely consistent.”

“Is it strange to admit that comes as a relief?” Father Vincent muses.

You shake your head, feeling some amount of understanding for the man’s position. “Since the alternative is that a human murdered and mutilated four people no, I’d say that’s the right way to feel about it.”

“Thanks for that,” the priest nods quietly. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t keep you any longer. But here is the situation: the family these two poor souls were a part of were the Saelees. They hold a farm at that crossroads village, in the northwest fields.”

“Thank you,” you nod. “And the two feuding families?”

“The Husseldorfs to the southwest, and the Markgrafs to the southeast.”

>Head to the village and examine the sites of both attacks.
>Head to the village and speak with the Saelee family.
>Head to the village and watch it from a distance, look for potential lairs and approaches.
>Other?

>>3936429
>>Head to the village and watch it from a distance, look for potential lairs and approaches.

>>3936429
>>Head to the village and examine the sites of both attacks.

>>3936429
>Head to the village and examine the sites of both attacks.

>>3936429
>>Head to the village and examine the sites of both attacks.

>>3936429
>>Head to the village and examine the sites of both attacks.

>>3936429
>Head to the village and watch it from a distance, look for potential lairs and approaches.

>>3936429
>>Head to the village and examine the sites of both attacks.

>>3936485
Yeah. Careful

>>3936429
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 9, 9, 10 = 28 (3d10)

>>3938366

Rolled 9, 9, 3 = 21 (3d10)

>>3938371
oh my.

>>3938366
The rolls can't possible get any better.

Rolled 9, 3, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>3938366

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>>3938371
>>3938376
>>3938378
We examined pretty hard.

>>3938366
You quickly identify the first site of the attacks, then the second, based on the information Father Vincent gave you. What you really want to determine is what these two particular sites have in common that would make them the first sites attacked by the yōma: determining this will give you an idea of how to predict the next attack, or potentially even determine where the yōma approached from.

The first site is the new stone-built home, which is located on the edge of the pastures well away from the crossroads itself. The second site is the older couple’s home, which is closer to the crossroads. So they don’t have that in common.

They’re different sizes of home, different styles, with only vaguely similar numbers of access points. Their immediate surroundings are different, their occupants are different age ranges… the only similarity is that they’re the only two buildings with only two people in them. So that makes them likely targets. Other than that, there’s nothing in common and nothing to suggest how the yōma approached, or where that approach was from.

But you do have an idea, something of a stroke of insight… there are no signs of forced entry in either case. The doors were intact, still on their hinges.

The only explanation is that in both cases, the victims let the yōma in.

>1/2
>will continue tomorrow

>>3938573
>Will update tomorrow morning my time

Remember how we found underground passages of unknown construction wit hsteps too big for a human?
I wonder what happened to that plotline.

>>3938573
Because of that realization, you decide to ask around for any of the locals' ideas as to who both these families might have trusted enough to let them inside their homes to shelter against the storms which coincided with the attacks.

"We do get deliveries ah fresh milk erry few days," you manage to get one of the farmhands to explain, a ruddy-faced young man who lives with one of the bigger families in an outbuilding on their property.

"Were there deliveries on the days of the attacks?" you ask.

"He was supposeta come, yeah," the man admits with a frown. "But I'd've thought he'd stay home with all that stormin. Didn't see hide nor hair of 'im."

Could it be that simple?

>Demand to know where this milkman lives and works, where he comes from.
>Wait for the next storm to blow through the area, lay a trap.
>Look around the area for possible lairs.
>Other?

>>3941053
>Ask for deets on the milkman

>>3941053
Demand to know where he lives

>>3941053
>Demand to know where this milkman lives and works, where he comes from.

>>3941053
>Demand to know where this milkman lives and works, where he comes from.

>>3941053
>>Demand to know where this milkman lives and works, where he comes from.

>>3941053
>>Demand to know where this milkman lives and works, where he comes from.

>>3941053
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 1, 3, 9 = 13 (3d10)

>>3941312

Rolled 6, 7, 8 = 21 (3d10)

>>3941312

Rolled 2, 1, 7 = 10 (3d10)

>>3941312

>>3941312
You press the farmhand for more details, and he reveals that the milk delivery man works on a farm that also lies outside Tronkirk. He takes fresh milk to other outlying settlements on a set schedule, and the farmhand gives you directions to find that farm. But he can’t tell you the target’s schedule, so you don’t know where the man is going to be right at this moment.

>Head for the dairy farm, take things from there.
>Visit another one of the outlying settlements, see if you can tease out more information about the target’s schedule.
>Head back to Father Vincent with the information, see if he can contact someone without tipping the yōma off.
>Other?

>>3941337
>>Visit another one of the outlying settlements, see if you can tease out more information about the target’s schedule.

>>3941337
>Visit another one of the outlying settlements, see if you can tease out more information about the target’s schedule.

>>3941337
>Hit up more settlements for info

>>3941337
>Head for the dairy farm, take things from there.

>>3941337
>>Visit another one of the outlying settlements, see if you can tease out more information about the target’s schedule.

>>3941337
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 4, 4, 5 = 13 (3d10)

>>3943609

Rolled 8, 7, 6 = 21 (3d10)

>>3943609

Rolled 6, 5, 8 = 19 (3d10)

>>3943609

>>3943609
You decide to follow the road to the east, where there’s another crossroads village outside Tronkirk proper, which allows you a chance at learning the yōma’s schedule… it might be better for everyone involved if you simply killed off this particular threat in the wild somewhere rather than telling everyone that the man they took no notice of as he delivered their milk was actually a monster hiding in the guise of a human.

At the next crossroads you ask about the milk delivery man, and get a little more information. He keeps a regular schedule, and will be through this town tomorrow night.

Thanking the farmer who shared this information with you, you wonder what you should do now that you have an idea where the yōma will be and when.

>Suppress your yōki and ambush him when he’s on the way to this town.
>Head even further east. You may be able to find the settlement he’s delivering to today.
>Head for the dairy, ambush him on his way back tonight.
>Other?

>>3943724
>>Head for the dairy, ambush him on his way back tonight.

>>3943724
>Ambush him at the dairy tonight

>>3943724
>Suppress your yōki and ambush him when he’s on the way to this town.

>>3943724
>>Suppress your yōki and ambush him when he’s on the way to this town.

>>3943724
>Suppress your yōki and ambush him when he’s on the way to this town.

>>3943724
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 7, 7, 3 = 17 (3d10)

>>3944512

Rolled 9, 8, 3 = 20 (3d10)

>>3944512

Rolled 3, 10, 10 = 23 (3d10)

>>3944512

>>3944541
Nice.

>>3943724
>Head for the dairy, ambush him on his way back tonight.

>>3944512
You decide that you’ll suppress your own yōki and lay low by the side of the road, since this new information sorts out the biggest hurdle to setting an ambush: finding the target in the first place. Since you know the yōma will be here, and about the specific time that it’ll be passing through, that gives you everything you need to know to make this work. This way you’re also less likely to accidentally tip the yōma off to your presence with your unusually high yōki.

Better to take the extra time and do this right the first time.

Since your ties to literal humanity are tenuous, even by the standards of a half-blooded warrior, it’s a simple matter to slow your respiration and heart rate to the bare minimum, while suppressing your yōki. To most passers-by, if they could spot you amid the brush, you would appear to be dead by the side of the road. Little thrushes flitter back and forth all day the next day, and now and then a horse and rider or a cart passes, sending the wildlife scurrying away to safety before they creep back in to resume their daily business.

Then, in the evening, the are grows still and quiet as the birds leave and don’t return. Never a sign of anything wholesome when the animals flee like this… they’re smarter than humans in some ways, and infinitely more perceptive towards the unnatural. That’s what makes Alysheba so unusual, after all.

Finally, the monster puts in an appearance in the guise of an older but well-maintained man with broad shoulders and just the faintest hint of a limp. Were it not for the stench of yōki wafting across your nose you’d think you’d gotten it wrong.

He whistles a little tune as he passes the spot where you lie hidden and motionless, allowing your heart rate to increase to normal once more as you tense your muscles, ready to strike.

>Stalk the yōma to the settlement. Observe, then decide on the optimal time to strike.
>Strike now before it gets to the settlement, then hide the corpse before anyone sees.
>Force the yōma to transform, then chase it into the settlement. Let them know it’s here, but not the full story.
>Other?

>>3944800
>>Force the yōma to transform, then chase it into the settlement. Let them know it’s here, but not the full story.

>>3944800
>Strike now before it gets to the settlement, then leave the corpse for all to see.

>>3944800
>>Stalk the yōma to the settlement. Observe, then decide on the optimal time to strike.

>>3944800
>Force it to transform and chase it to the settlement

>>3944800
>stalk.
If we can overhear things that might be useful

>>3944800
>Stalk the yōma to the settlement. Observe, then decide on the optimal time to strike.

>>3944800
>Strike now before it gets to the settlement, then hide the corpse before anyone sees.

>>3944800
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 5, 1, 3 = 9 (3d10)

>>3945506

Rolled 8, 5, 3 = 16 (3d10)

>>3945506

Rolled 10, 1, 6 = 17 (3d10)

>>3945506

>>3945506
You spend an hour or so tracking the yōma in the shadows as it makes the rounds, delivering several glass jars of milk to the houses at the little crossroads where you spoke to the farmers before. But as he leaves a home after having made his delivery, he makes an abrupt move that forces your hand. He suddenly rounds on the older woman who he handed the milk to, transforming his arms and legs as be moves… it’s been a long time since you’ve seen a yōma transform that quickly.

But as quick as he is, you’re quicker.

Your sword scythes through his arm and embeds itself halfway into the stone wall of what you’d assume is the woman’s house.

The yōma turns its eyes on you.

“Ah, so it was a Claymore after all!” the yōma sneers. “Well worth the sacrifice of one measly arm to disarm you in turn!”

He turns on you, expecting you to be helpless without your sword. He’s completely mistaken of course, as he quickly learns.

One blow to his elbow to destroy the muscles and the joint, then a blow with your left hand to his ribs that penetrates through to his lungs.

The yōma ends up on the ground, coughing up tremendous amounts of purple blood from its ruined organs.

“What… what the hell was that!?” it demands between gurgling noises while you retrieve your sword.

“My specialty,” you reply before splitting its skull.

“There,” you sigh, turning your attention to the woman who has now spilled her milk. She’s trembling and crying quietly in fear.

“No sense crying over it,” you tell her before you can think twice.

There’s an awkward pause, and then she offers a small chuckle in response.

>Are you okay?
>Explain the situation to her.
>Ask her to gather the local townsfolk.
>Other?

>>3945540
>>Are you okay?
>>Explain the situation to her.

>>3945540
>>Are you okay?
>>Ask her to gather the local townsfolk.

>>3945540
>>Are you okay?
>Explain the situation to her.
>Ask her to gather the local townsfolk

>>3945540
>>Are you okay?
>>Explain the situation to her.

>>3945540
>>Are you okay?

>>3945540
>Are you okay?
>Explain the situation to her.
>Ask where we could wash our hands.

>>3946218
Aye

>>3945540
"Are you okay?" you ask, offering a hand to help the woman back to her feet. She stares at your hand like it's a poisonous snake, then back up at you.

"I was tracking that youma, but I needed to be sure," you explain, hand still outstretched. "I wouldn't want to accidentally kill an innocent man, but that hesitation put your life at risk. For that I can only apologize."

After a moment, the woman accepts your assistance and you help her carefully to her feet.

"Thank you," the woman mutters quietly.

"Of course," you reply calmly. "But please tell me, is there someplace I can wash my hands and clean my blade?"

"Sink is this way," she tells you quietly, pointing towards the corner of the nearby barn.

Around that corner you find a basin which you fill with cold water, quickly rinsing your hands and washing the youma blood off your blade and onto the dirt before putting it away.

"Thank you," you bow politely. "If you could find something to burn the corpse with I would appreciate that as well."

"Of course," she replies blankly, still stunned by what's transpired.

She leaves, then soon returns with a tinderbox and a small pot of pitch. You drag the youma a short way and burn it, leaving its smouldering remains in a small pit to burn themselves down. By now one of the other locals has come looking for the gray-haired woman: a tall, strong-looking older gentleman with a neatly-trimmed gray beard.

"What's all this then!?" he demands as he sees you burning something in a pit. "Are you the one who terrified my wife?"

>Actually that was the youma I'm burning.
>I apologize for your wife's involvement. It was unintentended I assure you.
>Might I ask who you are, sir?
>Other?

>>3947193
>>Actually that was the youma I'm burning.

>>3947193
>Actually that was the youma I'm burning.
Doing some good work, sir.

>>3947193
>Actually that was the youma I'm burning.
>>I apologize for your wife's involvement. It was unintentended I assure you.

>>3947193
>Actually that was the youma I'm burning.

>>3947193
>Actually that was the youma I'm burning.

>>3947193
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 1, 5, 4 = 10 (3d10)

>>3948901

Rolled 9, 6, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>3948901

Rolled 5, 8, 4 = 17 (3d10)

>>3948901

>>3948924
Will post tomorrow morning my time, too tired to do it right now.

>>3948901
“Actually, that would be the yōma I’m burning right now.”

The man looks over the edge of the shallow pit to see the body burning, its proportions obviously not those of a human, and recoils in disgust.

“Yeah,” you agree, “I feel the same way. If it weren’t my duty to kill them, I’d want nothing to do with them.”

“So this… this monster...” the older farmer begins, using his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, making it a little harder to understand him.

“Lower your arm so I can understand you, you old coot,” you frown. “You can’t catch yōma by smelling the smoke.”

“This yōma attacked my wife?” he demands, stubbornly refusing to do as you instructed. Instead, he just raises his voice.

You nod in confirmation. “It did.”

“Damn it...” he curses. “Why couldn’t you have stepped in earlier...”

“I had to make sure,” you clarify. “We warriors don’t go around cutting off people’s limbs on a hunch you know. Killing on mere suspicion of wrongdoing sounds more like the Inquisition’s job.”

“Damn it,” he repeats. “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” you sigh.

“Kill my wife.”

>I’m… sorry? You what now?
>Yeah, there’s a LONG list of things that are happening right now and THAT isn’t on it.
>Knock him out, then do the same to everyone else around here.
>Other?

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?
>Yeah, there’s a LONG list of things that are happening right now and THAT isn’t on it.

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?

>>3949450
Where did you get the notion that its contagious from?

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?
Oh great, some people thinks it's contagious.

>>3949450
>>Yeah, there’s a LONG list of things that are happening right now and THAT isn’t on it.

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?
>Yeah, there’s a LONG list of things that are happening right now and THAT isn’t on it.

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?
>>Yeah, there’s a LONG list of things that are happening right now and THAT isn’t on it.

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?
Are you retarded?

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?
>Yeah, there’s a LONG list of things that are happening right now and THAT isn’t on it.

>>3949450
>wait what

>>3949450
>I’m… sorry? You what now?

>>3949450
Wait…

“I’m sorry,” you stare at the man in complete surprise. “Could you repeat that?”

“Do you think this is a joke?” the man demands angrily. “Now we have to kill my wife because of all this!”

“I… no?” you reply, still nonplussed by the logic. “What, do you think you can catch yōma like that?”

“She could be infected!” the man insists.

“NO!” you protest loudly. “That’s not how it works! That’s not how any of this works!”

“Then how do people become yōma?” the man demands again. “Hm? Tell me then, how can someone just become a monster that eats their own family and friends?”

“By the initial infectious vector!” you counter testily. “You can’t become a yōma through secondary exposure… if you could we warriors would be wiping out entire towns and not conducting limited responses and killing one or two yōma at a time, you dumbass!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” the man demands. “Secondary exposures and vectors, what does it all mean?”

“It means if your wife was gonna become a yōma I’d have already killed her!” you shout in exasperation. “And if yōma spread that easily we warriors wouldn’t be necessary, because humanity would already be extinct!”

“So my wife isn’t going to become a yōma?”

“Teresa’s bountiful tits no!” you snap. “I don’t know how many ways I can say it, but it’s totally ridiculous!”

“So then… my grandson...” the man continues, starting to tear up.

>Your wife wouldn’t be the first, would she?
>You poor dumb bastard… how many would she have made?
>How many communities around here do things that way?
>Other?

>>3949450
>>I’m… sorry? You what now?
>>Yeah, there’s a LONG list of things that are happening right now and THAT isn’t on it.

>>3949891
>Your wife wouldn’t be the first, would she?
>How many communities around here do things that way?
>Who taught you to do it?

>>3949891
>>How many communities around here do things that way?

>>3949891
>Your wife wouldn’t be the first, would she?
>How many communities around here do things that way?
>Who taught you to do it?

>>3949891
>How many communities around here do things this way?

I'm sure he's bummed enough, let's not heckle him.

>>3949891
>How many communities around here do things that way?

>>3949891
>>How many communities around here do things that way?

>>3949891
>Your wife wouldn’t be the first, would she?
>You poor dumb bastard… how many would she have made?
>How many communities around here do things that way?
Strange how the Organisation seemed to have never picked up on this, this is just way too dumb to ignore.

>>3949891
>Your wife wouldn’t be the first, would she?
>You poor dumb bastard… how many would she have made?
>How many communities around here do things that way?

Who told you this?

Maybe it was a Yoma disguise as a human, or the organization just didn't care.

>>3950259
Pretty unlikely that a Yoma told them. Why would they want their food supply killing each other off?

>>3949891
“How many communities around here do things this way?” you ask angrily.

“All of them.”

“This level of ignorance,” you growl, “is unforgivable. I’ll be setting this right at once, before you people kill anyone else because of it.”

“What do you intend to do?”

>I’m going to the leader of Tronkirk.
>I’m going to rely on the church to spread the word.
>I’m going to call a meeting and explain it myself.
>Other?

>>3950946
>I’m going to the leader of Tronkirk.

>>3950946
>>I’m going to call a meeting and explain it myself.

>>3950946
>>I’m going to call a meeting and explain it myself.
better for them to hear it from us and hate us for the missgivings than have someone else in the community

>>3950946
>I’m going to rely on the church to spread the word.

>>3950946
>I’m going to the leader of Tronkirk.
>I’m going to rely on the church to spread the word.

Lets limit our exposure, anyone one of them could be an information or spy for the Org.

>>3950946
>I’m going to rely on the church to spread the word.

>>3926432
Will do a new thread tomorrow night.