>>4817528
Male
Name: Davido Ramirez
Curly ginger hair, some muscles, but more nerdy than jocky.
Job: part-time english teacher-assistant/office worker

>Tranny
>Name: Cherry Poppah
>Appearance: 7 foot tall Muscular nigroid with badly applied makeup and a clearly fake and cheap blonde wig. I always wear slutty dresses two sizes too small so my monster dong presses and becomes clearly visible
>Job: Manwhore.

>>4817570
Okay, a serious proposition this time.

>Female
>Mitsuko da Silva
>A lean body with dark, long hair she got from her mother and olive skin she got from her father. Dress in plain clothes most of the time, but wears a skirt whenever she can.
>waitress and college student. Doing a BS in Molecular Biology. Can only afford to party during fridays, which keeps her social circles limited, but she has a few good friends.

>>4817584
>>4817570

Will wait on some more votes or submissions. If it’s tied after a couple hours I’ll roll a dice for the corresponding number.

>>4817584
too lazy to make up one so I'll support this

>>4817691

You are Mitsuko da Silva. Lately, while on your way back from your job at the Tidal Wave Coffeeshop, you’ve felt like someone has been following you. You’ve gotten suspicious that you’re being stalked, so you’ve been carrying a piddly pocketknife with you.

Exam season is coming up, but you’ve found focusing on your studies difficult when the city is getting more and more unsafe. Someone in your lecture hall has even gone missing lately.

> Stats

Stats:

Stat contests against others will involve rolling D100s against them. You can roll 1 more dice for each number in a stat. For tasks that don’t involve conflict with a statted opponent, you’ll have to meet a set DC.

Dice will be rolled from a pool. If you get 10 dice to roll, for example, I’ll accept the first 10 rolls I see in the thread.

The stats for your Rider Persona and yourself are different, as one is about combat specs, and the other is about how you can carry yourself in day to day life.

Stats:

Persuasion: (Convincing people of things in situations where they’re unlikely to believe you. E.G, trying to convince a skeptic that you’re telling the truth about something.)

Deception: (Outright lies, subterfuge and gaslighting.)

Tech: (Technical and mechanical aptitude. Cars, devices, electronics.)

Knowledge: (Trivia and information that might come in handy. You might just so happen to know exactly what to do in a situation, due to having read about it. Maybe you remember how to find north when you’re lost in the woods, or maybe you remember the streets you’re on because you spent a lot of time here as a kid.)

Street Smarts: (How you carry yourself in public, and your instincts when it comes to dealing with the rougher side of Kestrel City)

Physical: (Sports, endurance, etc. Making this high doesn’t make you a juggernaut, that’s the point of Rider Stat strength. This is about your physique in daily life. Do you do sports? Go jogging regularly despite your busy schedule?)

> Default Stats

You start out with a couple of default stats because of your chosen job as a waitress and a bonus for being a Bio student. You may still allocate more.

Persuasion: 3
Deception: 1
Tech: 2
Knowledge: 3
Street Smarts: 2
Physical: 1

You have 4 points to allocate.

>>4817732
Persuasion: 3
Deception: 1
Tech: 3-
Knowledge: 5--
Street Smarts: 2
Physical: 2-

Let's go all in the bookworm angle.

>>4817740
+1 support for megane

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>>4817740
>>4817753

Mitsuko da Silva
Female, 21
Occupation: Waitress at Tidal Wave Cafe

Persuasion: 3
Deception: 1
Tech: 3
Knowledge: 5
Street Smarts: 2
Physical: 2

Rider Stats:
???

Mirror Monster:
???

Let’s begin, then!

Wednesday Morning is when something rather odd happens. You open your dorm room door at Kestrel Heights University, and find yourself staring at a strange object on the floor. It’s wrapped in cellophane, and you initially think it’s some stupid Fraternity prank or a misplaced toy. On a tingling impulse, you decide to unwrap it.

Within is a square object, looking like some kind of card deck. It’s made of a rigid material; neither metal nor plastic. Try as you might, you can’t seem to pull any cards from it. You shrug and resolve to turn it in to lost and found later on.

However, your day is rough. You’re bombarded with an array of slides and topics the whole day, and you have a hard time understanding this specific one. You’re almost late to work too, and coupled with your bus running late, you’re unable to even consider making a detour and handing the stupid card deck in to the Student Services office.

Work is relaxing, fortunately. You’re on the afternoon shift, and you genuinely enjoy the place. So you have no complaints. Once evening hits, you make your exit and head home.

You’re unsure whether it’s the lack of sleep, stress from school, or something else. But lately, those flashes and figures have been becoming more clear. You see them most often at twilight, in shiny metal surfaces and glass windows. You’ve ignored them from the most part, but have resolved to keep quiet and only bring it up the next time you visit a doctor. Telling anyone that you’re seeing mystery figures in mirrors is a surefire way to get odd looks.

So when you watch a woman get pulled into a glass window right in front of you, you’re a little skeptical at first. Once you rub your eyes, you realize that her shoe and handbag are still on the ground, meaning that there’s no way you hallucinated her entire existence.

The rest of the street is rather empty, and the few people passing by are facing other directions. You’re the only one who spotted it.

Action:

> Head closer to investigate her belongings.
> Examine the glass window and see what’s going on with it.
> Leave and go home. You’ve got class early tomorrow.
> Call your work colleague.

>>4817788
>Examine the glass window and see what’s going on with it. Also bring your pocket knife just in case.

>>4817794
+1

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>>4817794
>>4817819

You decide to cautiously approach the window. Your belongings rattle in your backpack as you step towards it, looking for any sign of something going wrong. It’s a storefront of a florist’s, and it’s already closed for the day. You clearly saw her get pulled into the glass, yet it’s intact, and nothing is off on the other sight. You just see your own reflection, rippling oddly in the evening light.

The more you focus on the mirror, the more violently it churns. It moves like a ripple, as though a rock has been dropped into the placid surface of a pond. Your hand sits in the pocket of your track pants, gripping the knife and preparing to unfold it.

> Touch the mirror.
> Investigate her belongings.
> Attempt to break the glass.
> Try to find a way into the store.
> Call one of your colleagues.
> Go home, fuck this.

>>4817864
> Investigate her belongings.
>Nono, I must be seeing things again. What are these?

>>4817864
> Touch the mirror.
>But not with our bare hands. Poke the woman's shoe into the glass, so if it gets sucked in we can just drop it. Bonus: She'll have both her shoes then.

>>4817897
I change my vote for this. Inquisitive, careful AND compassionate!

>>4817864
>>4817897
+1 support

>>4817897
>>4817864
Support

It's good to see a new Kamen Rider quest

>>4817864
>> Touch the mirror.

>>4817897
>>4817973
>>4818019

You’re a fairly methodical person. You know not to stick your head out of car windows or poke hornet nests. And so, you decide to treat this otherworldly occurrence with an air of caution. Not enough caution to leave without learning more, though.

You pick up one of the black heels. It feels solid in your hands, and is very clearly a real object. As soon as you touch it to the surface of the mirror, it gets pulled into the ripping mass of glass. The shoe is sucked out of your hand and lost in the strange surface.

You walk around and peek past the glass, trying to catch it an an angle where it’s transparent instead of reflective. You can see the other side; a normal flowershop, with no shoe or woman lying on the other end of the glass.

What do you do?
> Examine her handbag.
> Touch the mirror yourself.
> Leave and try to forget about this.
> Call the police.
> Call a work colleague.
> Write-In.

>>4818644
> Examine her handbag.
Worst case scenario, we hand it in to the police and it later becomes evidence in a missing persons case.

>>4818644
> Call a work colleague.
This is beyond our ken. We need an outside opinion.

>>4818644
> Call a work colleague. While waiting for them to come, examine the woman's handbag. Also try to stay away from the window

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>>4818876
>>4819012

Calling in a work colleague. I set it as a separate option from examining the handbag, since each action progresses time somewhat and will affect things for this encounter. But investigating while waiting for the colleague is fine since it's in the waiting timeframe.

You decide to pluck your phone from your pocket. It's an Android phone, filled with all sorts of utility apps and covered in a sturdy case. You decide to dial your colleagues, hoping that they haven't gone too far in the meantime. There's only a handful you're close enough to contact. The manager, Mr. Bannon, is still busy at work. There's Sandra, who's around your age and one of the cashiers, and lastly, Rico, the kitchen helper. You think about it for a moment and decide to give Rico a call. He's got a motor-scooter, so he can make it here pretty fast.

Ring... Ring...

"Y'ello! Rico Ricardo, at your service, what can I getcha?"

"Hey. Rico, it's me, Mitsuko."

"Sukey! What's up, girl?"

"There's uh... Something I need help with. It's easier to explain in person. Are you still within driving distance of the cafe?"

"Of course. Is it bad? You in trouble?"

You take a moment to reassure him, before giving Rico your location. He starts up his bike, and you can hear the engine revving as he turns around and heads back towards you.

"Five minutes top, stay put."

And with that, he hangs up. Rico is a pretty nice guy. He's around your age, and is training to be a pastry chef. He's helping out in the kitchen to gain experience. You've never had any issues with him, and he's friendly and excitable, like a puppy. He can be a bit naive, though. He turned around to come help without much detail.

While waiting, you decide to back away from the window and lift up the lady's handbag. A quick inspection reveals her ID card. Jane Doe, 29. She looks like an office lady. Her handbag is filled with everything you'd expect. Lipstick, a pocket mirror, tissues, her wallet, etc. The mirror's rippling gets weaker and weaker. It looks like it's about to stop moving soon.

What do you do?

> Touch the mirror.
> Back away and wait for Rico.
> Call the police.
> Go home (Cancel on Rico or just leave)
> Dig through her handbag and wallet for valuables.

>>4819112
> Back away and wait for Rico.

A bit of metagaming, but since we don't have a deck it's pointless to go investigating the Mirror World too in-depth yet anyway. All that would result in is us getting eaten. Let's just wait for Rico to arrive so we can explain what happened, and if the physical evidence of weirdness has vanished by then that's just something we'll have to deal with.

>>4819112
> Back away and wait for Rico

>>4819112
>Jane Doe
Really, this is her parents fault.

>Back away

>>4819112
>Back away and wait for Rico.

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>>4819169
>>4819368
>>4819375
>>4819492

You watch the mirror continue to shake and shimmer, careful not to get too close. Whatever is happening, it's clearly supernatural, so you don't want to just start messing with it without backup. After a minute or two, the rippling stops. The mirror becomes a placid glass surface once again, and all you can see is your reflection in the evening light. The sound of an engine breaks your stupor.

Rico rolls up on his scooter. He plucks his helmet off, revealing his shaggy blonde hair. Tucking the helmet under his arm, he heads over with a friendly wave.

"Sukey! Everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Upon seeing your stoic expression, though, he gets a bit more serious. The smile fades off his face too.

"Hey. You okay?"

> "... No. Can you drive me home?" (Leave the scene without elaborating)
> "I am. But there's someone who isn't." (Attempt to explain the situation to him. Will require a Persuasion roll.)
> "There's something really wrong here..." (Explain the situation, but spin it so that it's a mundane lie instead of telling him about the weird magic mirror. Will require a Deception roll.)

>>4819518
>"I am. But there's someone who isn't." (Attempt to explain the situation to him. Will require a Persuasion roll.)
Not sure if you want the roll now or after the vote is over desu

>>4819523

After the vote passes, I'll list the requirements for the roll.

>>4819518
> "I am. But there's someone who isn't." (Attempt to explain the situation to him. Will require a Persuasion roll.)

>>4819518
> "I am. But there's someone who isn't." (Attempt to explain the situation to him. Will require a Persuasion roll.)
It should be fine so long as we focus on what we saw and don't go making any suppositions of what caused it. Just say that we saw this woman get grabbed by something, when we went to look there was something weird with the glass, we don't know what's going on but we're worried for her.

>>4819557
>>4819542

By default, you roll 3d100 dice for an action and take the best of the rolls. I'll take the first 3 dice to be rolled, so either roll all 3 or save some for others to do. You get 1 extra dice per rank in a skill.

Roll 6d100 to convince Rico of the truth.

DC: 65

Rolled 82, 82 = 164 (2d100)

>>4819599
I'll roll two, if we get six dice. Then it's functionally a standard best of three.

>>4819604
Huh, matched dice on d100, neat. One in ten thousand chance, there.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>4819599

Rolled 92, 76, 86 = 254 (3d100)

>>4819599

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>>4819604
>>4819608

Wow, that’s pretty lucky.

>>4819643

Final roll: 92

Rico isn’t very hard to convince of things, and he’s fond enough of you to believe you by default. After a brief explanation of the situation, he stands a safe distance away from the mirror and examines the handbag while thinking out loud.

“So... If she really went in there, where could she have ended up after?”

“I don’t know. I saw something reach out and yank her, but I couldn’t tell if it was a person or not...”

He needs your warning to not touch the mirror. Neither of you have the desire to get sucked in after the missing woman. Its been close to fifteen minutes since she first vanished. There’s no evidence of any supernatural occurrence left behind, save for your eyewitness report.

“Hey, Sukey, what do we do now? It’s not that I don’t believe you. But the police definitely won’t. What can we even do from here?”

“Yeah. This isn’t exactly an everyday occurrence.”

> Bring her belongings to the police station and report the strange incident.
> Bring her belongings to the police station but don’t mention seeing her.
> Hang around the mirror and wait, while talking to Rico about the weird events happening lately.
> Leave the situation be. Put her stuff back on the floor and either head home, or get a ride from Rico.
> Other (Write-In. Attempt to break the window, steal her wallet, etc.)

>>4819787
>Bring her belongings to the police station but don’t mention seeing her.

>>4819807
+1

>>4819787
> Bring her belongings to the police station but don’t mention seeing her.
It's better to not look like a crazy person.

>>4819787
> Bring her belongings to the police station but don’t mention seeing her.
I suppose there's not much more we can do right now. Just provide what evidence we can give that won't make us look like a crazy person, and be paranoid about other mirrors from now on.

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>>4819807
>>4819851
>>4819861
>>4819896

"I guess we... Turn it in to the cops?" He asks. You think about it for a moment, before nodding and scooping up her belongings. Your heart sinks as you imagine the fate of this poor woman. Something tells you that she's not going to be found. The police aren't exactly specialised in supernatural abductions.

"... Yeah. Can we go to the station?"

He nods and hands you a spare helmet. The two of you ride in silence towards the nearest Station. You're a lot more affected by this than he is, and your gloominess is infectious. Once you reach there, you hand it over to the deskman and give a rather mundane report:

You found an abandoned shoe and her handbag scattered on an isolated road. With all the disappearances lately, you're suspicious that something happened, and you brought it here since it'd be a bit odd to call 911 over a dropped handbag.

The deskman seems appreciative of it, and solemnly files the report. By the time you guys are done, it's close to 8pm. You ought to have gotten home quite a while ago, and you've got classes tomorrow.

What do you do?

> Head home and try to get some relaxation in for the night.
> Snoop around the station to try and figure out what they'll do about the case.
> Hang out with Rico for a bit.
> Return to the Florist's shop to stare at the magic glass window again.
> Write-in.

>>4819986
>Snoop around the station to try and figure out what they'll do about the case.

>>4819996
A bit foolish, but support for drama

>>4819996
>>4820094

You turn towards the door, preparing to leave. Before you can exit, you feel the weight in your chest grow heavier. You don't think you'll be able to sleep tonight without knowing what's being done about this, even if you have no connection to this Jane Doe. Rico waits by the open door for a bit, holding it open as he exits, before realising that you haven't followed along.

"Hey. Sukey?"

You head back to the desk, staring at the deskman. He looks up at you, drumming his fingers against the countertop steadily.

"Can I help you. Miss..." He checks the statement you wrote. "de Silva?"

"I was just wondering... What's being done about all this? More and more people have been vanishing in the city, and there hasn't been any word from the police. I wanna know what's going to be done about the lady whose stuff we found."

"Ah. Well, we'll contact her family and ask if she's home yet. And if not, we'll facilitate a missing persons report."

That seems like a mundane answer. Just the standard protocol. But you have doubts about how effective it will be.

> Accept the answer and head out.
> Continue pressing him and trying to get more details out of him without annoying him too much. (Street Smarts check.)
> Ask if there's anyone in charge of the cases, and if they have anything to say about it. (Persuasion check.)

>>4820166
> Accept the answer and head out.
I don't think we're going to get much more from him.

>>4820166
> Accept the answer and head out.

>>4820166
>Accept the answer and head out.

>>4820166
>> Continue pressing him and trying to get more details out of him without annoying him too much. (Street Smarts check.)

>>4820210
>>4820279
>>4820347

You decide that there’s nothing else to be done, and you don’t want to spend your night bugging police officers for info. With a sigh, you turn around and follow Rico to the exit. Along the way, you turn around and look back at the desk. Another officer has come out to speak to the deskman. He has a loose overcoat, fitting his large frame, and harsh lines on his face. The first cop points to you as you exit, saying something to him. For a moment, he catches your gaze and the two of you stare at each other from across the parking lot. Before long, he looks away and vanishes back into the station.

You turn your attention back to the bike, nearly missing the flicker of motion you see in a nearby car mirror. It vanishes before you can get a good look, but you know that it’s the same sort of thing you’ve been seeing for weeks. This one is much closer, though.

“Rough night, huh? I’ll get you home. You gonna be okay?” Rico asks, revving his bike with a smile. You nod and get into the backseat, fastening your helmet and preparing to go.

The trip home is an uneventful one. You’re dropped off in front of your dorm, and you head in for the night. You’re not in the mood for takeout, so you just make yourself some instant ramen and pour it into a bowl, cracking an egg into the boiling water afterwards. You stir it idly, thinking on the day’s events.

The weird card deck was pushed to the back of your mind by the disappearance. But as you dig through your bag, you spot it, and remember once again that you ought to turn it in to lost and found.

You’ll do it in the morning, then. It’s too late now. For some reason, you feel compelled to leave it within reach as you sleep. You set the deck on your bedside and drift off.

-

You’re woken by a blaring alarm, as you are every morning. You groan, trying your best to ignore it and get five more minutes of sleep. But the clock’s screech is piercing. After a few moments, you’re forced to stand up and head across the room to shut it off. You stand there in your pajamas, still unsettled from last night.

Action:
> Head to class as per usual, and try to forget about it.
> Skip out and stay home.
> Return to the florist to see if anything has changed in daylight.
> Play hooky and do something else entirely.

>>4821099
> Head to class as per usual, and try to forget about it.
Bizarre supernatural disappearances are no reason to miss class. We can check out the florist's window afterwards. There's no reason why it would have started acting up again eight hours afterwards but not sixteen hours afterwards.

>>4821099
>Return to the florist to see if anything has changed in daylight.

>>4821099
> Return to the florist to see if anything has changed in daylight.

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>>4821225
>>4821235

You're in no mood for class. You stop yourself as you head for the door, books and laptop tucked under your arm. Whatever is going on, curiosity, or some other driving force is telling you to not bother with lectures today. You doubt that you could focus anyway. You dump your stuff and grab a smaller bag instead. On an impulse, you snatch the deck up and stuff it at the bottom of your backpack. In bright daylight, you feel fine walking over there, so you spend the morning heading to the Florist.

Once you reach, however, you're sorely disappointed by the lack of anybody there. No police officers are wandering around to investigate, and the shop is even open. A couple of staff are inside, arranging their bouquets and watering the plants. Maybe the police already came and went, but you doubt it.

You look at the glass storefront that the woman vanished into. For a moment, you think you see a flicker of motion yet again.

Action:
> Head inside to talk to the staff.
> Investigate the mirror.
> Hide somewhere and wait to see if anyone shows up.
> Return to Kestrel Heights University. There's still time to go for your afternoon classes.

>>4821297
>> Investigate the mirror.

>>4821297
>Investigate the mirror.

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>>4821446
>>4821400

You approach the reflective glass and stare at it. The staff spot you and wave through the glass, giving friendly smiles. But you don't notice. You're occupied with walking back and forth, trying to see if the surface moves or does anything odd like yesterday. You're one step short from touching it when you spot that same flicker of motion again.

You immediately stop and turn around, checking behind you. Nothing. Nothing at all in real life. But you've seen it enough to know that it's the same thing. Some kind of shiny, almost metallic shape. Just bits and pieces of it. It doesn't seem to be a human. Some kind of creature, maybe? And if the same thing has been visible to you all this time, it definitely doesn't spell anything good for you. You gulp and back away from the mirror, trying to think of what to do next.

A voice breaks you out of your stupor, however. It comes from directly behind you, startling you and causing you to flinch. Your bag almost feels heavier all of a sudden.

"Now, what would you be doing hanging around here, after calling in a missing person?"

You whirl around, spotting the man from last night. He has a stern look etched onto his face, and stubble lines his cheeks. He's still in one of those large coats, and a briefcase hangs loosely from his arm. The man folds his arms to regard you, glancing at the mirror as well.

"You're the one who called it in, yes? And now you're back here."

Action:
> "What's it to you?" (Try and escape without further confrontation.)
> "Just... Looking around. I was wondering what you all were doing about this." (Deception roll to hide anything shady about the situation.)
> "You're not gonna believe this, but..." (Persuasion, come clean fully.)
> "..." (Write-in. Anything else you'd like to try and say.)

>>4821607
>> "Just... Looking around. I was wondering what you all were doing about this." (Deception roll to hide anything shady about the situation.)

>>4821607
> "Just... Looking around. I was wondering what you all were doing about this." (Deception roll to hide anything shady about the situation.)

>>4821617
>>4821658

Roll for Deception.

Roll 4d100 to convince the detective that you're not up to anything.

DC: 85

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>4821673

Rolled 7, 8 = 15 (2d100)

>>4821673

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>4821673
>id2RpSbl here from a different computer

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>>4821713
>>4821719
>>4821739

The man doesn't buy it. He makes that very clear in his body language. He steps back to examine you from head to toe. It's a cold, clinical look, as though he's assessing just how much of a threat you could be. The answer turns out to be: Not much. You just look like a completely average university student, after all.

"Hm. You want to know what we're doing? Well, here's your answer. They sent me. I'm in charge of this case, miss..."

He already has your name on paper, no sense hiding it.

"...da Silva."

"Right. I'm investigating now. I don't know whether you're here out of morbid curiosity, or if I give you the benefit of the doubt, actual concern for poor Mrs. Jane Doe. But you should leave. In the worst-case scenario, you don't want to get wrapped up in this, I assure you."

As you open your mouth to give some kind of retort, the mirror shifts again. You see that flicker of movement dart past. You turn your whole head to observe it, trying to catch a glimpse of it. As it vanishes from sight, however, you notice that the Detective has had the exact same reaction. You've both noticed whatever it is.

His head snaps towards you afterwards, glaring at you with a hard, suspicious expression.

Action:
> Head over to the mirror and try to get a better look.
> Walk into the shop so that you have an excuse to stick around.
> Heed his advice and go home.
> Attempt to ask him questions (His name, what he's here for, etc. May require a persuasion roll for aspects of this choice.)
> Write-in.

>>4821792
>Head over to the mirror and try to get a better look.

>>4821792
>> Walk into the shop so that you have an excuse to stick around.

>>4821792
> Head over to the mirror and try to get a better look.
Sure would be weird for this detective if he sees us get grabbed by a mirror monster, huh?

>>4821827
>>4821890

You turn away from him and approach the mirror once more. The pocketknife sits in your pocket, firmly in your grip. You're a bit hesitant to pull it out in front of a police officer, in case of any misunderstandings, but you're not letting it go either. The man attempts to stop you, quickly stepping closer and holding a hand out. His tone is filled with urgency, a far cry from the clinical suspicion he was addressing you with earlier. His composure seems to have broken almost immediately.

"Hey! Lady. I don't know how to say this, but don't go any closer. Step away from the-"

As you turn to look at him, the surface of the glass ripples and warps, before deforming outwards. Your breathing is cut off as something grabs you by the throat. It's sudden and violent, with no hesitation whatsoever. The next moment, your feet leave the ground as the entity yanks you straight into the reflective window. You go sailing towards the emblazoned sign: 'FLORIST'.

You're aware of the fact that the woman was pulled through. But in the heat of the moment, you tense up and prepare for the shock of being smashed through a glass window. Rather than the sound of shattering glass and screaming, your ears fill with a loud, high-pitched whine, almost drowning out your own shouts. When it stops, you're thrown roughly to the ground. You groan and try to push yourself away, feeling your bruised throat. Somehow, you've ended up back on the street. It feels... Different, somehow. Something is abjectly wrong. The detective is missing, and so are the staff inside the...TƧIЯO⅃ꟻ?

It's backwards. The street, the sign, everything you saw before has been reversed. It's like staring into a mirror image. You raise your right hand, and see your left waving about in your field of vision. The entire thing is incredibly disorienting. Your senses are out of alignment, and you feel nauseous all of a sudden. This is wrong.

Your backpack seems to be buzzing hard. It's certainly not your phone, which was on vibrate, but you don't have the time to investigate. Especially not when you hear a ear-splitting roar.

Standing in front of you is a towering creature that dwarfs you in size. It looks almost like a robot, with shiny metal plates and lights for eyes. There's unmistakable intelligence behind its gaze, and the same can be said for its hostility.

The creature resembles a monstrous:

> Beetle
> Shark
> Crane
> Leopard
> Write-In Animal/creature.

Here we go. This vote is important, and will have a permanent impact on the rest of this quest. Picking this Mirror Monster will affect your default kit and theme, so choose wisely.

>>4821926
>Leopard

>>4821926
>Crane

>>4821926
>Crane

>>4821926
>Unicorn

https://youtu.be/CC_Y4zOUdcI

>>4821926
>Butterfly/Moth

>>4821926
> Crane
It would probably end up with themes that are a bit stereotypically, all poise and elegance with a stabbing weapon. But I still think it should be cool. Crane beak spear or rapier weapon, crane wing shields, should be neat. Plus, I feel like a wading bird actually makes intuitive sense as a Mirror Monster, it's a creature that waits by the water and pucks prey out of it. That's just good thematic similarities.

>>4821926
>Crane

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>>4821937
>>4821955
>>4821979
>>4822311

The thing that stands before you looks like some kind of large, white bird. Despite its wiry frame, it’s imposing and menacing. Sleek metal wings glide soundlessly, spreading outwards as the creature tilts its head to regard you.

The Monster stands on one leg, with its other one curling up and poised to strike. It ends in wicked-looking metal claws. You only have a second of warning before its head darts forward to impale you.

You turn around to run, feeling the beak jab at your back. Fortunately, it doesn’t hurt you. All it manages to do is shred one of the straps of your buzzing backpack. You tumble forward from the force, struggling to get back on your feet. Every motion is difficult, and you still struggle to get your arms and legs moving where you want them to. You find that closing your eyes makes it better.

The Crane-beast closes in on you again. You lift your backpack so that you at least have a shield against it. The deadly beak descends over and over, jabbing holes into your backpack and causing your belongings to spill out. After a couple of strikes, however, it fails to make further progress. Something glows bright from inside the backpack, warding the thing off and causing it to pace menacingly in front of you. You desperately reach inside, feeling for the source of the intense light.

Your hands close around the card deck. You feel it resonating with you as you grip it, and you instantly know that this thing is important. When you raise it in front of you to maintain the barrier, you feel a weight on your hips. Some kind of belt has materialized, with a slot where the buckle would be. It’s the same size as the card deck.

Man, what the hell is going on?

Action:
> Attempt to get past the monster and dive through the mirror again. (Physical Roll)
> Flee and search for a weapon in this strange dimension.
> HENSHIN!

>>4822513
> HENSHIN!
Well, if we can tell that the deck is meant to fit into the belt, then it makes sense to insert it.

>>4822513
>> Attempt to get past the monster and dive through the mirror again. (Physical Roll)

>>4822513
> Attempt to get past the monster and dive through the mirror again. (Physical Roll)

>>4822513
>> Attempt to get past the monster and dive through the mirror again. (Physical Roll)

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Rolled 25, 24, 17, 78, 83, 26, 26 = 279 (7d100)

>>4822687
>>4822705
>>4822737

Roll 5d100 to evade the creature and escape into the Mirror again. 3d100+ 2 Physical dice.

It’ll be contested by the Monster’s own dice. 3d100+ 4 SPEED dice.

Mirror Monsters and Riders have a stat sheet separate from your human stats. You’ll gain them a bit later down the line. Rolls and DCs will gain Bonuses or Penalties depending on circumstances too.

Additionally, the next time I post a stat sheet, I’ll introduce a system of characteristics for Mitsuko da Silva. These personality traits are mutable, and can be worked against and changed, but going too far against them will incur stat penalties. E.G: Rolling to kill a bystander while having displayed an avoidance to killing before.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>4822874

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>4822874

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>4822874

Rolled 4, 50, 21 = 75 (3d100)

>>4822874

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>>4822880
>>4822884
>>4822925
>>4822930

The thing is a great deal more agile than you. But somehow, through a stroke of luck, you manage to avoid its thrusting beak and slip under its outspread wings. The Monster hops on one foot, quickly turning around to jab at you as you move past.

Your backpack abandoned, all you take with you is your phone and the card deck, clutched tight in your hand. You dive towards the glass, ignoring the basic human instinct that tells you not to leap at walls. Once again, you fall through into the swirling, screaming void that roars in your ears and blurs your vision.

You emerge from the mirror and tumble onto the floor, groaning in pain. You have the presence of mind to back away from it, panting as you clutch at your chest in terror. There’s no sign of the cop at all, and the two staff members inside the store look absolutely bewildered by this.

You’re safe for now, at least. But there’s no sign of the bird-thing or the man who was just here.

You’re starting to feel the stress of the situation. Is this how Jane Doe died? Eaten by some extradimensional bird?

Action:

> Call the police.
> Hang around and wait to see if the detective shows up.
> Return home and try to forget all this.
> Go back to the mirror.
> Stay out and examine the deck.
> Write-In.

>>4823031
> Go back to the mirror.
> Write-In.
>Keep back so the bird can't reach us without over-extending itself, but see if the mirror's still rippling or if we can see inside it.

Five bucks says the detective is a Rider. He seemed to recognize the mirror rippling and now he's disappeared, I think he's in there looking for us. The reason he was suspicious of us earlier was that he thought we may have already been a Rider and we had the "missing person's" purse because we fed her to our contract monster.

>>4823031
>>4823052
Support

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>>4823052
>>4823213

You make sure to stay away from reach, ignoring the looks from the staff on the other side. Now that you’re out of the strange mirror world, your skin has stopped tingling, and the sense of foreboding has stopped. You can see the surface continuing to ripple, and when you focus, you can see the creature battling in the reflection behind you. The bird-like creature is brawling with a humanoid figure, dressed in some kind of black and brown armor.

You certainly didn’t see anyone like that inside the mirror. You must’ve missed them while you were in transit. The fight soon progresses to a point where they move out of frame. You can’t hear anything strange, and you step from side to side to try and get a proper view while keeping your body out of reach.

Eventually, the person walks back into frame, clutching their head. They pause in front of the mirror, staring out at you and clearly seeing you from beyond.

Action:
> Wave.
> Turn around and get out of there.
> Enter the store to talk to the staff.
> Jump back into the mirror.
> Write-In.

>>4823221
>Jump back into the mirror.

>>4823221
>Jump back into the mirror.

>>4823221
> Write-In.
>Wait them out. Are they going to come out of the mirror or not? We're on the side that doesn't have monsters, we can stand here longer than they can.

>>4823541
+1

>>4823541
+1

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>>4823541
>>4823552
>>4823556

You’re in the real world. Whatever this is is going to have to reach through the mirror to touch you. As long as you stay out of reach, it should be fine, right? A stare-down ensues, where you examine the figure and it does the same to you in turn.

They’re about six feet tall, and have a black bodysuit covering their entire body. You can’t make out the fine details through the window, as it’s not a perfectly reflective surface, but you can see enough. Their legs, chest and arms have plates of armor on them, colored black and tan. The helmet has two pointed spikes on either side, that extend upwards like ears. They have a silver visor comprised of horizontal lines, with no face visible underneath. Overall, it has a vaguely canine look.

You glance down and notice that it’s wearing a belt as well. The same kind that appeared on you inside the mirror, and is now absent.

Before you can continue looking, the figure breaks eye contact. They sprint out of frame again, vanishing down the street and leaving the view of the mirror. You managed to get a good long look at them, at least.

You’re alone on the street now. The staff of the Florist seems like they’re about to come out and speak with you. Still no sign of the cops, and your backpack is lost within the mirror world.

Action:

> Dive in to chase the figure and take your backpack.
> Cut your losses and leave the scene. Go home.
> Wait around and speak to the staff.
> Write-In.

>>4823749
>try to get your backpack back and then jump right back into the real World. You've had enough of this shit, but you don't want to lose your stuff either

>>4823762
+1

>>4823749
>Dive in to chase the figure and take your backpack.

>>4823762
>>4823776

This is the second time you’re entering the strange world on the other side of the mirror. You touch it and feel your hand slipping through. You wonder how weird this must look to the florists, as they watch you phase through the glass and vanish in front of them again. The high-pitched whine fills your ears, and you’re sent back into the reversed street.

Instantly, your body is wracked with pain. You feel nausea overcome you, and your skin tingles and vibrates. It feels like you’re about to fall apart and disintegrate. It wasn’t so bad earlier, but now that you’ve returned unarmed, it’s like this realm is killing you. You’ve never experienced anything of the sort, but you imagine this is what dying from radiation might feel like.

No time to fuck around or examine the battle. You grab your tattered backpack, not stopping to scoop up any small objects that fall out of it, and drag it through the mirror. You cry out in pain as you fall through it. If you stayed for much longer, you might have been paralyzed by the sensation and unable to even crawl out to safety.

You collapse back in the real world. Standing over you is the detective, who’s also breathing heavily like he’s just run a marathon. He adjusts his sunglasses and steps back, waiting for you to speak first. He’s clearly seen you just fall through the mirror.

Action:
> Write-In

>>4823873
>Uh... aah, this is.... this is a candid camera! No... what... where were you a moment ago? Did you see that? That monster and... those people...

>>4823873
>"Yes, it's as weird as it looks like." Start walking away casually.

>>4823873
> Write-In
>"Were you the guy in there? I saw another person in there, but didn't get the chance to see their face."

>>4823873
>"Were you the guy in there? I saw another person in there, but didn't get the chance to see their face."

>>4824134
>>4824327

You take a moment to compose yourself, looking up at the guy and thinking of what to say. Despite your sorry state, he doesn’t reach a hand out to help you off the ground. When you struggle to your feet on your own, he backs off as though you’re dangerous.

“Were you the guy in there? I saw another person in there, but didn’t get the chance to see their face.”

He stares at you. You recognise the same posture, the same tilt of the head, the same cold disregard that the man in the mirror had while analyzing you. It’s rather clear to you that the two are one and the same.

The detective reaches into his pocket and produces a box of cigarettes. He holds it up to his lips, moments from lighting it, before something seems to stop him. He sighs, hesitantly stuffing the unlit stick back into the box.

“Let’s go for a walk, shall we?”

Action:
> Accept and follow along. Attach any questions you have.
> Accept but decide the meeting place. Same as above.
> Decline and try to leave the scene. You haven’t committed any crime, he can’t just hold you!

>>4824387
> Accept and follow along. Attach any questions you have
I mean, he's a police officer, right? Right?

Questions:
>What was that thing? What was that place? Do you know what the deck and belt does? Was that you? What's that armour thing? What happened to those people that vanished?

>>4824387
>Accept and follow along. Attach any questions you have.
What was that thing? What was that place? Do you know what the deck and belt does? Was that you? What's that armour thing? What happened to those people that vanished?

>>4824469
>>4824476

You walk with him, leaving the stunned Florists behind. Neither of you pay them any further regard, as you accept his invitation. You want answers, and he seems to have them. After a moment of struggling with the straps, you groan and carry your tattered backpack in your arms. You’ll have to get a new one.

“What was that thing? And where did it bring me?” You ask.

He continues walking. You’re headed nowhere in particular, as far as you can tell. Both of you are just heading down the street and speaking freely.

“Mirror Monsters. They live in the Mirror World. Uninspired name, I know. You’re lucky as hell to have survived as long as you did.”

You look down at your deck of cards, which is now sitting snugly in your pocket. It stopped vibrating once the Mirror Monster vanished. You pluck it out so the detective can see it.

“I wouldn’t have survived without this thing. It made some kind of barrier that kept the monster away. And it uh, made some kind of belt?”

He reaches out, as though about to seize your hand. You jerk it away, and he backs off placatingly.

“Sorry, sorry... Can’t be too careful.”

He examines your deck.

“... Blank, huh? I see...”

It seems like he knows quite a bit about these. It’s not a huge leap to assume that he was the armored figure who showed up to beat up the bird. But how did he change out of it so fast? You can only assume that the two of you jumped in and out of the window at different times, constantly missing each other like a Looney Tunes episode. You ask him as such.

He hesitates even longer, before he starts answering your barrage of questions.

“The lady? Gone. She’s been eaten by now. Humans can’t survive in the Mirror World for long either, so if she escaped, she’d still die from being inside. I thought you were about to disintegrate. Why in the hell did you jump back in there?”

You flush as he lectures you about it, comparing it to running into a burning building to save your phone. His tirade ends when you reiterate your question about the deck and armor.

“Look... I don’t know how much I should tell you. So I’ll cut you a deal. Right now, if you give me this deck and then forget about everything, I’ll explain it to you. You’ll hopefully never have to worry about it again. But if you’re going to keep it, things are going to change for you, and it’ll cause enough problems for me that I’d rather not tell you at all.”

[1/2]

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>>4824654

You consider his offer for a moment. You want to be rid of this weird deck, and return to your normal life. But in the span of the last twenty four hours, you’ve just watched a woman get pulled into a Mirror World to be devoured, and nearly gotten killed yourself. If this deck kept you safe from the creature earlier, you don’t want to just give it up to some random detective. What if the monster comes back? What if you run into others like it again?

He sighs as you state your concerns and reject his offer. The man stops by an alleyway and turns to look at you.

“Alright. Then I’ll just give you a bit of advice, Miss da Silva. I won’t be considering you as a normal civilian from this point onwards. Make sure you put the deck on before you go traipsing into the Mirror World. And you’ll want to make a contract as soon as possible, so that the things that want to kill you won’t be able to do it so easily.”

Contracts? What the hell is he on about? You continue to ask, but he seems unwilling to answer any further questions. Is he really going to just leave you be like this?

The man turns away and begins walking.

“Detective Lestrade. You can find me at the station if you need anything urgent. But you’ve made your choice. Now that you’re going to be a Rider, you’re on your own for the most part. Our kind can’t play buddy buddy.”

And with that, he fucks off, leaving you almost as confused as you were in the first place. At least you have a bit more context now, but you also know that there’s a lot you’re unaware of. Contracts, Riders, the strange armor he was wearing. And the big mystery: The entire card deck that started this.

Action:
> Go to class. You can still make afternoon sessions. School is still important.
> You need a breather. Go home for the day.
> Go to work, despite everything. Maybe you can talk to Rico.
> Start experimenting with the deck immediately. (Describe)
> Write-In

>>4824673
>Go to place you think is safe and without mirrors and start searching the net for any mentions of the things he just said.

>>4824673
> Go to class. You can still make afternoon sessions. School is still important.
Spending a few hours with the boring mundanity of school should help us unpack from the weird supernatural shit.

>>4824673
> Go to class. You can still make afternoon sessions. School is still important.

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>>4824772
>>4824910

Mysterious mirror dimensions are great and all, but you’re still a struggling University student. You expect that you’ll have trouble concentrating, but you’ve already skipped your morning lessons. Even if your day is going to be unproductive, you need to make an effort if you want to keep your grades up.

You head home first to swap to your larger backpack, dumping the contents directly into the intact one. You stuff the deck in your pocket for easy access. After a quick lunch, you make it to class. You arrive in the lecture hall earlier than most others, and settle down in your usual seat. About ten minutes later, your friends show up.

You wouldn’t call them particularly close friends, just coursemates you chat with and hang out with due to proximity. There’s Remy, Sandra, Kaya, and Bernard.

Sandra is the first to spot you. She heads over, settling down next to you and giving you a look of concern.

“Mitsuko? Welcome back. You okay? You didn’t respond to any of our texts.”

You glance at your phone. In the hubbub of the morning, you’d forgotten to check it at all. You just had too much on your mind.

“Should’ve invited us if you were gonna skip class,” Remy jokes. You mumble a halfhearted excuse about a stomachs, eliciting a laugh from him. The four of them chatter away as usual. You’re not in the mood for the usual banter, however, and Kaya picks up on it after a while.

“... Something wrong, Mitsuko?”

You shake your head.

“Just tired, is all.”

The rest of the lecture passes painstakingly slowly. You can’t help but glance around the room, appreciating the lack of any big reflective surfaces. You’d hate to spot one of those Mirror Monsters again, now that you know they exist. As expected, you can’t quite grasp the lesson, and your thoughts are lingering elsewhere.

You consider taking some time to hang out with the group after class. But before you can pipe up and ask if they’re doing anything, you spot a telltale flicker of movement in the hallways.

Oh god.

You glance at the shiny trophy cabinet, spotting a familiar, angular shape dart out of view. It takes all your willpower to not scream on the spot.

Bernard turns towards you.

“Hey. We were thinking of hitting up that Korean Barbecue place at the mall? The new one. You up for-“

“I-I’m sorry. I have to go. Now.”

Your friends watch in confusion as you hurry off, urgently leaving the scene and ducking away from glass cases. You flinch and back away from a mirror by the base of the stairs, half-expecting to get jumped again.

You’re being hunted. That much is certain. It’s the same creature stalking you, now that you’ve gained its attention and discovered its existence.

Action:
> Head to the police station to look for help.
> Go to the cafe, maybe you can tell Rico about all this.
> Fiddle with the deck and try going straight into a mirror.
> Go home and cover up any shiny surfaces you see.

>>4824977
> Go to the cafe, maybe you can tell Rico about all this

>>4824977
> Go to the cafe, maybe you can tell Rico about all this.
Let's tell him about what happened and take a look at the deck together, see if we can figure out what it's about.

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>>4825055
>>4825079

You hurry out of the school, sighing in relief once you’re on the campus grounds. It’s wide and open, and you’d hardly expect to find a mirror in the middle of the lawn. You wander out onto it while you contemplate your next move, becoming increasingly paranoid.

Rico. He believed you yesterday. And unlike yesterday, you have actual quantifiable proof. You could show him the deck, jump into a mirror (if you dare to again), maybe even get a picture of the monster. You head towards the cafe.

It’s usually a fifteen minute walk from the uni, excluding the time it takes you to change into uniform. You sprint till you’re too tired to continue, and then alternate between jogging and walking. The Tidal Wave Cafe finally comes into sight. There’s plenty of reflective surfaces between you and the kitchen, and you expect that you’ll have to dodge through that minefield. A quick inspection of the outside reveals no monsters, so perhaps its lost your trail.

You burst into the kitchen, startling Rico as he gets a cake out of the oven. He nearly drops the whole thing, and manages to juggle it in his mitts until he can set it down on the countertop.

“Sukey! You alright?” He says, taking in your disheveled appearance. You quickly ask him to join you in the break room.

The break room can hardly be considered a recreational space. Mr. Bannock set it up for the staff to rest in while on breaks, but despite his good intentions, the room is rather pathetic. It’s a refurbished storage space with plain white walls, a couple couches, a foosball table, and a mini fridge. A row of lockers contains the staff’s uniforms, bags and clothing. Everyone usually prefers to just sit out in the cafe anyway, where it’s nice and relaxing.

Today, though, the dull room gets some use. There’s no reflective surfaces anywhere, and you can think of it as a secure bunker.

Now, you just need to figure out how much to tell Rico. You remember the detective’s warning. This is some sort of secret world you’ve stumbled upon, and he implied that there was an in-group aware of it. Would it be a good idea to bring Rico into it? On the other hand, you may not have a choice. He’s the most likely to believe you.

Action:
> Tell Rico everything about the situation (Persuasion roll.)
> Put on the deck and belt right in front of him.
> Inform him that you’re in trouble, but keep things vague.
> “... Nevermind.” Forget it, abort.
> Write-In

>>4825497
> Tell Rico everything about the situation (Persuasion roll.)

We already told him about the woman disappearing and the mirror rippling. And I'm not sure how knowing "by the way, reflective surfaces are portals to a dimension full of monsters" would make him less safe. At least he'll know to be careful around them. Worst case scenario, the knowledge makes him a target, but if we're a target then those close to us probably are by association, too.

>>4825592
+1

>>4825592
>>4825627

Roll me them D100s to convince Rico of the truth. From this point on I’ll be taking circumstantial modifiers into account, that affect the DC and dice mods.

6d100 against DC 70 (Base 65, + 10 Unlikely scenario, -5 Partially convinced from yesterday’s success)

Rolled 37, 70 = 107 (2d100)

>>4825677

Rolled 86, 32 = 118 (2d100)

>>4825677

Rolled 73, 19 = 92 (2d100)

>>4825677

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>>4825701
>>4825738
>>4825757

You begin explaining everything to him. You start with the strange figures you’ve been seeing, which obviously weirds him out a bit. But your story is coherent, and you manage to not sound like a rambling madwoman. You tell him about the detective, how you were pulled into the Mirror, and how the monster grabbed you by the neck, with the bruises to show for it.

You end off by stating the importance of the deck, and how you feel like you’re being pursued by one of those monsters. Any time you walk in front of a mirror, you could be in danger.

“... Wow. That’s... A lot to take in, Sukey.”

He blinks and stares at the deck on the table, reaching a hand out for it.

“May I?”

He takes it and turns it over in his hands, examining the plastic object.

“Hey, you said that you couldn’t pull any cards from it, right?”

“Yeah.”

He gently tugs out a card, managing to get it out of the deck. Try as he might, though, he can’t squeeze anything else out of it. You stare at it in surprise. Something must’ve changed when the deck started buzzing and heating up earlier.

The card is blank, with the words ‘CONTRACT’ up top. There’s spaces where an image and text could go, but all the boxes are empty. You distinctly remember Lestrade using that word earlier. Rico continues to shake the deck, trying to get anything else out of it.

Action:
> Equip the deck in the belt. (HENSHIN!)
> Put it aside and head to work.
> Look for a mirror so you can demonstrate some of the details to Rico.
> Call in sick for the day and go home.

>>4825911
> Equip the deck in the belt. (HENSHIN!)
I mean, we're aldready experimenting and this is the next logical thing to try

>>4825922
+1

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>>4825981
>>4825922

You pick the deck up and hold it in front of you.

“Okay. Rico, I’m about to try something. Don’t panic, okay?”

He nods as you get into the same position you were in before. As though sensing your intention, the familiar weight of the belt appears around your midsection. Rico’s eyes go wide as the object materializes out of nowhere.

You hold the blank deck in front of you and take a deep breath, before a whim comes over you.

“HENSHIN!”

You have no idea what that is, but you slide the deck into place. It plays an electronic noise, and your body explodes in a flash of light. Rico covers his eyes until it fades, and you can see his jaw drop open to gape at your new appearance.

You feel taller. Stronger. While you were at Rico’s chest before, you’re now taller than him, standing at almost 6 feet. You look down at your hands, seeing the plates of white armor covering them. Your feet are covered in boots that have a sandal-like pattern carved into the soles. When you focus hard on it, you can see that your vision is somewhat obscured by a visor, but when you relax, you’re able to see normally. Your hands rise to touch your face, feeling a solid helmet that you can’t seem to pull off.

“Holy shit!”

You would head for a mirror if you were willing to risk it. But you’re not confident in facing any more Mirror Monsters. Rico has the presence of mind to lock the door to the break room, so that nobody can walk in on you while you’re transformed.

“Wow. This... This is just like the guy I saw in the mirror. The Detective. He was in a suit like this, but black.”

Rico helps you take a picture of yourself, allowing you to observe your new body in full. It’s impressive, to say the least. The color seems a bit off. Almost like it’s bleached and dull. You’re clad in a tough layer of a strange material that you can’t seem to identify as any existing fabric. There’s a black bodysuit covering most of your form, with the vitals guarded by the white armor. Noticeably, you’ve transformed with an umbrella on your side, held by a thin cord. You lift up the object. It’s stark-white, with a red tip and black spikes at the edges. The handle has a button on it, to open up the umbrella.

Rico remains dumbfounded.

Appearance-wise, the hood resembles Kamen Rider-Wiseman’s, and a good comparison for the vertical-slit visor would be the Peacekeeper class in For Honor.

Action:
> Experiment with the Umbrella.
> Experiment with the Deck.
> Head out to a Mirror.
> Figure out how to exit this transformation.

>>4826018
> Experiment with the Deck.
Also good quest op

>>4826018
>Experiment with the Deck.

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>>4826037
>>4826093

Thank you!

You fiddle with the deck for a bit, trying to draw a card. It seems to be instinctual. Once you reach for the buckle, you manage to pull out the CONTRACT card. Rico stares at the table where the card was previously sitting, noticing that it’s gone.

“Huh. Weird.”

The next card you pull out is one titled; SWORD VENT. Unlike the contract card, this one seems to have an image and numbers. You lift it up and show it to Rico.

“Attack power? What do you think that means?”

He thinks for a moment, before motioning to the umbrella.

“You said that the other... Rider guy fought the bird, yeah? Maybe this sword lets you fight it off. It looks a lot more useful than an umbrella, anyway.”

That makes sense. You just need to figure out how to summon it. An idea pops into your head. Maybe if you can use this suit properly, you can defeat the Monster that’s stalking you? You continue playing with the umbrella, eventually deciding to press the button. Instead of opening up the umbrella, it opens a slot on the handle, with a card-shaped opening.

Before you can stick the SWORD VENT in, though, you hear a knock on the door.

“Mitsuko? Rico? You two in here?”

Someone jiggles the knob. You and Rico stare at each other in mild panic. It sounds like Mr. Bannon, your manager. It probably looks a bit bad for the two of you to be locked in the break room like this, even if your shift hasn’t started yet. Not to mention the fact that you’re dressed like a superhero.

Action:
> Refuse to answer the door, and deal with the consequences later.
> Try to figure out how to deactivate the suit, while Rico handles the door.
> Open the door in this state.
> Write-In (Feel free to add details to any of the previous options.)

>>4826154
>Try to figure out how to deactivate the suit, while Rico handles the door.

>>4826180
+1

>>4826180
>>4826235

“Just a minute!”

Rico calls out, approaching the door. You panic and start feeling your armour, looking for the fastenings and trying to find a way to peel it off. You tug on your helmet and hood, trying to pull back either.

“Rico? You in there? Why’s the door locked.”

“Yep, I’m in here sir. Just a minute. The door is uhh... It’s jammed, hold on.”

He jiggles the locked handle, glancing back at you and urgently signaling for you to hurry up. It’s clear he can’t come up with an excuse for long, without pissing off your manager.

“Can you twist the knob, sir? Just kinda... Kinda pull the door upwards on your end.”

“Okay. Hang on. You try pulling at the same time?”

While Rico fucks with the door, you try plucking cards out of your deck. The only two you can draw are the CONTRACT and SWORD VENT. Nothing else comes out. This is lame. Only two cards? You thought that if you finished drawing the deck, you might turn back, but that doesn’t seem possible.

You try hiding the umbrella under the chair, stuffing it down there and keeping it out of sight.

“... Doesn’t seem jammed to me, Rico. Is Mitsuko in there? Saw you guys going in there earlier.”

“Uhhh...”

He glances to you, unsure of what to say. You’re stumped too, and decide to focus on your suit.

“... Yes? She’s here.”

An idea hits you. Your transformation happened when you slid the deck into the buckle. So the opposite should bring you back to normal, right?

Right. You grip the buckle and pull hard, trying to yank it out of place. It takes quite a bit of effort, but after a moment, there’s a noticeable clicking sound from it unlocking. Light flashes outwards once more, and you’re left seated on the sofa with the deck in your hands, back in your day clothes.

Rico sighs in relief and unlocks the door, while you hide the deck in your pocket. Mr. Bannon stands in the doorway, looking over the two of you and frowning. He steps in and jiggles the lock from the inside.

“Yeah, nothing’s wrong with the lock. What were you two doing in here?”

There’s nothing related to the Mirror World in here anymore, fortunately. Still, it looks awfully suspicious for two people to suddenly lock the door to a communal area and hide in the middle of the work day. The middle-ages man raises an eyebrow, looking to the two of you. This is awkward.

Action:
> “Uhhhhhh....” (Yeah, you’ve got nothing. Let him imagine what he wants.)
> “I’m here for work early!” (Go get changed and start your shift, avoiding a confrontation but making things even more awkward.)
> Write-In (Some kind of explanation. Will require a deception roll, modified based on how convincing the lie is.)

>>4826339
> “Uhhhhhh....”

>>4826339
>write-in: It's a secret! We were preparing a gift we didn't want you to see.

>>4826339
> Write-In (Some kind of explanation. Will require a deception roll, modified based on how convincing the lie is.)
>"Sorry about that, sir. I had a bad fall, Rico was checking my back to see if I bruised it. Didn't seem appropriate to lift my shirt up in the main space."

It's technically true, we did fall when we got attacked by the Crane, and we might even actually have bruises there.

>>4826339
>> Write-In (Some kind of explanation. Will require a deception roll, modified based on how convincing the lie is.)
>>"Sorry about that, sir. I had a bad fall, Rico was checking my back to see if I bruised it. Didn't seem appropriate to lift my shirt up in the main space."

>>4826632
support

>>4826632
>>4826687
>>4826893

Roll!

4d100 + 15 (+15 Physical evidence) against DC 70 (Base 60, + 10 Suspicious Circumstances)

Rolled 84, 81, 45, 84 + 15 = 309 (4d100 + 15)

>>4827488

>>4827502
I actually only meant to roll one of those. Sorry, I wasn't thinking and I typed 4d100 reflexively. If other people want to roll too, can we just count my first roll?

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>>4827507

Welp, you’ve already passed the DC with the first roll, so it’s fine either way.

“Sorry about that sir. I had a bad fall. Rico was checking my back to see if I bruised it. Didn’t seem appropriate to lift my shirt up in the main space.”

Rico stares at you for a moment, before quickly nodding and going along with the story.

“Yeah, yep. Didn’t want anyone to just uh... Walk in while that was happening, you know?”

To emphasize it, you stand and head over to Mr. Bannon, pointing to the bruises along your neck. His eyes go wide and he clicks his tongue in concern.

“Oh, that looks bad, Mitsuko. I’ve got some ointment in the office, I’ll pass it to you later. Take it easy for today, okay?”

You nod, and he pats you both on the shoulders reassuringly. Mr. Bannon heads back out to the counter, and you both sigh in relief. Rico beams at you.

“Shit, good coverup. I’d never have thought of that. Would’ve been really awkward otherwise.”

Despite the circumstances, you can’t help but smile. You’ve gotten away with it. You return to the couch to retrieve the umbrella, but realize that it’s missing. You double-check with your phone flashlight, and conclude that it vanished along with the armor.

The two of you head out into the cafe, preparing to start work proper. The Tidal Wave Cafe is a Hawaiian-themed place, with a bright atmosphere and relaxing ukulele music playing through the speakers. There’s plenty of blue decor, and ocean motifs decorating the room. As you pass the countertop, you smack the bobblehead hula-girl with the tip of your finger, sending her on a dancing spree.

Mr. Bannon is currently putting together a bowl of Poke for a customer, scooping salmon and rice into a generous heap. Rico stops you halfway to the kitchen.

“Hey, are you sure about working today? You said that the bird was still after you. Standing around at the cashier will put you right in front of a bunch of glass. You confident about it?”

Action:
> “Yeah. I can manage.” (Go to work and deal with anything as it comes.)
> “Maybe... Maybe I should sit the day out.” (Call in sick and go home. Mr. Bannon won’t be upset, he knows that you’re hurt already.)
> “You’re right. I need to stop this at the root.” (Go hunting beforehand. You’ll be late for your shift.)

>>4827488
>>4827502
I'll be fine accepting these to keep things moving along, this time

>>4827540
Hmm, I'm not sure how to respond. I mean, yeah, don't want to be around glass when a Mirror Monster is hunting us. But would it attack when we're around so many other people who can see it? It did grab us when Lestrade was right there, so maybe.

And we can't run from the Crane forever, but I'm just not sure if it's in Mitsuko to decide "yes, I will hunt it down and bind it with my magic cards" so readily. Seems like going monster hunting isn't the first response the typical person would have, even if we've been playing Mitsuko as a bit impulsive. I feel like it would take until at least the second attack to resolve for that.

So yeah, I'm not sure what move to make. Either run for now and get attacked again, or turn and fight immediately. Thoughts, anyone?

>>4827540
> “Maybe... Maybe I should sit the day out.” (Call in sick and go home. Mr. Bannon won’t be upset, he knows that you’re hurt already.)
Okay, I'm going to say go home and do research. Cover up all the reflective surfaces, apply ointment for the bruises like Mr. Bannon suggested (assuming it's not in a bathroom mirror cabinet, bad idea, that), then check on all the /x/-style blogs to see if anyone's heard of mirror monsters before. And keep the deck close.

>>4827540
> “You’re right. I need to stop this at the root.” (Go hunting beforehand. You’ll be late for your shift.)
I dont really trust us not getting nab on the way home. Might as well meet that Crane again. It seems to be important right?

>>4827540
>“Maybe... Maybe I should sit the day out.” (Call in sick and go home. Mr. Bannon won’t be upset, he knows that you’re hurt already.)

>>4827540
>> “Maybe... Maybe I should sit the day out.” (Call in sick and go home. Mr. Bannon won’t be upset, he knows that you’re hurt already.)

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>>4827637
>>4827726
>>4827733

“Maybe... Maybe I should sit the day out.”

He nods in agreement. You head over to Mr. Bannon just as he finishes up an order for a pair of customers. He turns towards you and smiles.

Bannon is in his late forties. He’s tanned and scarred, with deep smile lines on the edges of his face. He has a buzz cut, and a thin goatee. You’ve always known him as a kind, understanding man. None of you have met his family, but you enjoy working under him.

“Mitsuko. Is something wrong?”

You can tell that he has a good guess already.

“Yeah. Actually, I was wondering if I could head home for today...? I don’t feel too good.”

Your eyes flicker towards the glass storefront, hoping that nothing pops up to assault you in the meantime. Mr. Bannon nods, lifting up a paper bowl and scooping rice and fish into it.

“You want spice with that?”

“Huh?”

He continues filling it up for you, taking it as a yes. Before you can protest, he sets the plastic lid on and presses the bowl of poke into your hands.

“Of course you can. I hope you feel better soon. Drop by and get the ointment on your way, yeah? My wife got it online, it works wonders.”

You nod gratefully and take the bowl. This should be good for dinner. You’re lucky that your boss is understanding. Hopefully you can get back to your regular routine soon, you’ve already missed class. After grabbing the ointment and saying goodbye to Rico, you head to the door and step out, taking a deep breath.

You need to go somewhere. Somewhere safe. Or if not, you’ll need to prepare for an encounter with the creature. You still don’t know how you’ll fight it off, and you’re not confident you can kill it just by swinging a sword and an umbrella. But you’ve got no choice if you want to live.

Action:
> Go straight home. Do some research there and safeguard your home by covering up surfaces. (Anywhere else runs the risk of being attacked on the way.)
> Go to the police station to look for Lestrade.
> Look for somewhere with mirrors, and take the initiative.

>>4827764
>Go straight home. Do some research there and safeguard your home by covering up surfaces. (Anywhere else runs the risk of being attacked on the way.)

>>4827764
> Go straight home. Do some research there and safeguard your home by covering up surfaces. (Anywhere else runs the risk of being attacked on the way.)

Just a little update to the sheet with these traits. New ones can be obtained, and these can be changed over time.

Just a little bit of trivia. Earlier, there was an opportunity to get a Kleptomaniac trait, but the time has already passed for that to be an established part of Mitsuko’s character.
=====

Mitsuko da Silva
Female, 21
Occupation: Waitress at Tidal Wave Cafe

Persuasion: 3
Deception: 1
Tech: 3
Knowledge: 5
Street Smarts: 2
Physical: 2

Traits:
Curiosity- Mitsuko is impulsive and curious. She gets a bonus to researching and discovering new things, but suffers a penalty when ensuring her own safety and exercising caution during it.

Bookworm- Mitsuko can easily find information that she needs, and is good at sifting through nonsense to get to the actually important bits.

Morals- Mitsuko has standard middle-class societal values. A default aversion to violence and killing, and will hesitate to do so under normal circumstances. This will limit certain choices.

Rider Stats:
???

>>4827764
>Go straight home. Do some research there and safeguard your home by covering up surfaces. (Anywhere else runs the risk of being attacked on the way.)

>>4827771
>>4827777
>>4827839

You weave through the streets and avoid any storefronts along the way. Luckily, it hasn’t rained in a week, so there’s no puddles lying in wait to trap you. You make it back to Kestrel Heights University soon. As you’re crossing the grass, however, you turn your head towards the large art sculpture sitting on the lawn. You squint, looking at the reflective surface and spotting the vague shape of the creature behind it.

Damn. Either it was following you, or camping out here the whole time. You have no intention to let it get you, though.

A thought crosses your mind as you watch it approach the sculpture. A high-pitched whine sounds from the surface, giving you a splitting headache. You turn in the opposite direction and return to your room.

It’s here on campus. What if it starts attacking other students? It’s hunting you at the moment. But you’re not going to let it eat you. That leaves hundreds of other victims for it to chase down.

You burst into your room and immediately grab a sheaf of newspapers from the base of the letter-hole. Campus paper. Nothing worth reading. You begin plastering the garbage publication all over your room, blocking off the TV, the mirrors, and the windows. You consider using it on your computer, but you change your mind and boot it up instead. Once the screen is on, it’s no longer reflective.

You sigh and pluck off your shoes, collapsing on your bed to think for a moment.

You’ll need to start somewhere for your research. You’ve had the idea earlier to look at conspiracy boards and search for mentions of a mirror world. You could also start digging into the disappearances. Or something else entirely.

Action:
> Search /x/ style places for mentions of a Mirror World. (You’ll have to do a roll with a penalty, to overcome the Schizoposting native to such places).
> Research the disappearances and look for a common thread. (Knowledge roll)
> Look into the Detective.
> Write-In (A certain kind of research, or abandon researching for now to do something else.)

>>4827853
>Search /x/ style places for mentions of a Mirror World. (You’ll have to do a roll with a penalty, to overcome the Schizoposting native to such places).

>>4827853
> Search /x/ style places for mentions of a Mirror World. (You’ll have to do a roll with a penalty, to overcome the Schizoposting native to such places).

>>4827853
> Search /x/ style places for mentions of a Mirror World. (You’ll have to do a roll with a penalty, to overcome the Schizoposting native to such places).

>>4827853
> Search /x/ style places for mentions of a Mirror World. (You’ll have to do a roll with a penalty, to overcome the Schizoposting native to such places).

>>4827853
>> Research the disappearances and look for a common thread. (Knowledge roll)

>>4827935
>>4828019
>>4828046
>>4828104

Roll! It’ll be 8d100 + 10 (+ 5 Bookworm trait, + 5 Curiosity trait) against DC 90 (Base 65, + 10 Niche Topic, + 15 Incoherent information)

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4828127

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>4828127

Rolled 43, 4 = 47 (2d100)

>>4828130
This is gonna be difficult

>>4828135
On a best of eight we actually have about an 85% chance of passing. The chance of success is equal to 100% minus the chance of every single roll failing. We fail on lower than eighty (since we get +10), so the odds are 1.0-0.79^8=0.848.

Rolled 17, 39, 15 = 71 (3d100)

>>4828127

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>4828144
That's what we get for minmaxing

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>>4828130
>>4828134
>>4828135
>>4828144
>>4828197
>>4828207

You spend the rest of your night doing research. It’s hard to come across actual discussion centralized around the area you live in. After all, anything like a Kestrel City forum would be more akin to a Facebook group with old people posting stupid shit. You give up on that after a while.

What you manage to find, though, is a paranormal forum. You do your best not to get distracted by crap, but it’s incredibly tempting to open up the more interesting threads and skim through them. You lose quite a bit of time on ‘just five minutes’, over and over. There’s threads on astral projection, people trying to summon succubi, one about vampires, and one calling out everyone on the forum for larping with buzzwords to hook people.

You do find a thread about a hypothetical Mirror dimension. At first, you think you’ve hit the jackpot, but then it just turns into a shitshow of people trying to expand on the mythos. There’s no mention of Mirror Monsters or card decks. It’s mostly about dark doppelgängers and how someone thought their entire family was replaced by their mirror equivalents, and they only found out when they noticed that everybody was now left-handed.

It’s essentially nothing but creepypasta.

You sigh. Just as you’re about to log out, however, you find a thread on a forum made by a deleted user.

The poster uploaded an image of a card deck.

You glance to the one on your bedside table. It’s the same, save for some minor alteration in design. It’s titled: “I found a magic item that lets me travel between worlds, AMA.” The posts consist of people making fun of him. He makes minimal effort to reply, and the few replies describe how he can enter a strange world where everything is reversed. The final reply is by a newly registered user, named: ‘Gubby1872’. It simply says:

“You’re in danger. I’ve DM’ed you.”

And that’s where the thread ends.

You push your chair back and sigh, looking at the clock. It’s about 9pm. Tomorrow is Friday. You’re exhausted from the day’s events, and really want to crash. But you’ve also done none of your schoolwork for today. Your course is a fast-paced one. Fall behind too far and you may not be able to catch up. You also want to look into this more, however. You have time to message the user before going to bed or starting on homework, since you don’t expect an instant reply anyway.

Action:
> Do some homework. (You’ll be tired tomorrow.)
> Go to bed straight away.
> Message Gubby1872. (Write-In what to say and any precautions you take.)
> Write-In.

>>4828222
Message Guby1872:
"Post pics"
If He's legit ask Him about the contract card and what to do with it. Also ask Him on how to fend off the mirror monster.
Does our PC got VPN or Proxies installed? If not just Create a throwaway account first before messaging the guy.

>>4828222
>Message Gubby1872. (Write-In what to say and any precautions you take.)
Turn on VPN/proxy or make a throwaway account Include a picture of the Contract card in the post and ask Grubby to include pictures as well.
"I'm being chased by a Crane monster what should I do?"

>>4828230
>proxies, vpn
Sounds like a tech roll

>>4828248
We have some points on tech so it'll be fine

>>4828222
> Message Gubby1872.
7 Proxies

Wait what about the op anon? assuming he isn't a fag, we might have a chance identifying future RIder.

>>4828321
With what? The metadata in their images? Sounds like a stretch, though worth a look.

>>4828230
>>4828246
>>4828248
>>4828286
>>4828312

Roll!

It’ll be 5d100 -5 (- 5 from Curiosity trait causing hastiness/impulsiveness) against DC 70 (Base 65, + 10 Unfamiliar topic, -5 Internet tutorials)

Failure will result in Mitsuko doing it incorrectly and possibly failing to utilize the proxy. May or may not have an impact.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>4828354

>>4828342
DM the OP? The site isn't anonymous.

>>4828368
The user is deleted

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>4828354

Rolled 21, 28, 96 = 145 (3d100)

>>4828354

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>4828354

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>>4828362
>>4828387
>>4828408

Your eagerness prompts you to half-ass your opsec. Fortunately, you’re still able to simply sign up a throwaway while using one of those free proxy sites. You might have been finessed into actually paying money for a VPN otherwise.

You take a photo of your contract card. That ought to be enough evidence. If Gubby isn’t also a LARPer, that’ll confirm things for you. The original user is deleted, so that’s definitely not a lead you can follow, but Gubby is still accessible. You send them a quick message with the card photo attached.

“I’m in danger too. Reply if legit?”

You probably won’t get one instantly. That’s all you can do for the night. At the very least, you’ve learnt how Proxies work!

Now for the last decision of the evening.

Do you burn the midnight oil and try to finish up homework, or head to bed for some much-deserved rest.

Action:
> Sleep.
> Be a NERD.

>>4828459
>Sleep.

>>4828459
> Be a NERD.

>>4828459
> Be a NERD.

>>4828459
>> Sleep.
inb4 he answers with "tits or gtfo"

>>4828459
> Sleep.
We'll need what rest we can get.

>>4828459
> Be a NERD

>>4828464
>>4828473
>>4828483
>>4828492
>>4828520
>>4828526

Will wait a bit more for a tiebreaker before rolling.

>>4828459
>Sleep.

>>4828972

And speaking of sleep, that’s what I must do for now. Been getting into a bit more of a regular schedule with updates, but I’ll have to delay this one by a bit since I’m tired as hell.

Sleep is the winner, will write up post soon.

>>4828987

Homework schmomework. You have enough on your plate already. You feel like you’re making a big mistake in terms of your academic life, but your circumstances are genuinely life-threatening. You decide to try and get some rest. You can decide tomorrow whether to go to class or keep up your research.

.
.
.

Your sleep is dreamless and fitful. You’re stuck in that horrid, half-lucid state for most of the night, where every creak and bang from pipes and walls makes you think that a Mirror Monster is about to burst through your wall and rip you to shreds.

Halfway through the night, however, you open your eyes to see an apparition hovering over the foot of your bed. You’re paralyzed, unable to pull the sheets over yourself and shield your face from the figure. They reach out, holding a hand over you and rasping in a dry, scratchy voice.

“... You. Not chosen. A rogue element. But no matter.”

It waltzes across your room, pressing a hand against the mirror that you’ve covered in paper and pointed towards a wall.

“Fight, if you wish to survive. The other Riders... defeat them, and your wish may come true.”

Without further elaboration, the lucid dream begins fading. The figure, its face warped and indistinguishable, runs a finger down the edge of the paper, causing shreds of it to peel off. The person then vanishes into nothingness.

You gasp in fright as you jolt upright. Your alarm rings several paces away from you. What the hell was that?

You pinch the bridge of your nose and head to the bathroom to wash up before starting your day. No message from Gubby yet, but you can decide where you’re going to go today.

Action:
> Go to class, you’ve missed too much already.
> Ask Rico to hang out and discuss this more.
> Make a foray into the mirror world.
> Visit the Police Station.

>>4829645
>> Go to class, you’ve missed too much already.

>>4829645
>Go to class, you’ve missed too much already.
If necessary we can use the injuries on our back as an excuse for missing both yesterday and our homework

>>4829645
>Go to class, you’ve missed too much already.

>>4829737
>>4829997
>>4830260

You glance towards your larger backpack. You didn't have the time to sort through it yesterday, so you take the time to arrange your books and make sure everything is in order. Half of your stuff was lost yesterday, but luckily, it was mostly inconsequential trinkets. Your electronics are safe. You make sure that your books and laptop are secure, before taking a quick shower and preparing for class.

Your journey is a brisk one. You glance around like a schizo the whole time, visibly nervous at the sight of any reflective surfaces. As usual, you reach class early. Your friends come by a couple minutes before the start of the lesson, laughing and joking with each other. Remy, Sandra, and Kaya. They're still talking about what you did last night, and you find yourself wishing you could have gone along.

"Hey, Mitsuko. You're coming tonight, right? Come on. You already missed out yesterday." Sandra asks. You're not in the mood for it, but you tell them that you'll consider it if you have time. You don't have work on Fridays, so it's an option.

Class soon starts, and you all notice that Bernard is running late. Remy frowns and glances towards the door.

"Huh. I'm sure he got home alright, we split off really close to the dorms. I'll give him a call later, he's not responding to my texts."

Morning lectures are soon over, and he hasn't responded to any of your attempts to contact him.

"Yesterday it was you. Guess it's his turn to sleep in, huh?" says Kaya. You smile uneasily, tugging at your turtleneck and making sure the bruises are hidden.

You have some time before afternoon classes. Usually you guys go get lunch or something, but you're feeling like you might want to break off today and go do something. You managed to focus on the lesson, at least. It was easier to grasp today, but you're missing some info and notes due to skipping out the previous day. Your assignment is due next Monday and you're stumped without that.

On the other hand, Bernard's disappearance is giving you a sinking feeling in your gut. The others are talking about going to look for him at his dorm. You're a bit more of a private, reserved person, so they know not to come knocking on your door. For Bernard, though, they have no such reservations, and you know that he wouldn't mind a house call.

If he's fine, that is.

Action:
> Spend lunchtime alone (Write-in what you want to do/check out.)
> Look for Bernard with everyone.
> Ask them to work through yesterday's material with you.
> Ditch class for the rest of the day. (Write-in where you want to go.)

Option 1 and 3 are not exclusive, and you may change your mind and either skip or go to class if the time hasn't passed yet.

>>4830513
> Look for Bernard with everyone.

>>4830513
>Look for Bernard with everyone.

>>4830513
> Look for Bernard with everyone.

>>4830513
>Look for Bernard with everyone.

>>4830513
> Look for Bernard with everyone.
Oh no, the Crane got him. Okay, guess we need to go hunting.

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>>4830524
>>4830525
>>4830683
>>4830759
>>4830866

The four of you arrive at Bernard's apartment before getting lunch. Sandra is vocal about wanting to check on him before you all head out without him. When you get there, however, your head begins to ache. You wince as a sharp pain shoots through you, and a high-pitched whining noise fills your ears. Kaya reaches out to steady you as you lean against a wall.

"Woah. Mitsuko, you okay?"

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. That noise just gives me a headache."

The others give you odd looks.

"Noise?"

You glance up at the door, your heart sinking as you locate the source of the sound. It's coming from inside. It's the same type of noise you heard when travelling to the Mirror World, and when picking up on the strange monster. Whatever it is, it spells bad news for Bernard. You find yourself choking up at the possibility of it having gotten to other people already.

Remy jiggles the knob. It's locked. The group knocks on the door, calling out to Bernard.

"Hellooo! Bernie? You in there, dude?"

The whining stops abruptly, almost as soon as it started. You stand behind them and watch the door, breathing heavily.

Action:
> Suggest that they leave and go somewhere else, to get them away from the scene.
> Insist on breaking inside to investigate.
> Leave them alone and go off to chase the noise.

>>4830997
>Leave them alone and go off to chase the noise.
No time, we must go in and verify for ourselves.

>>4830997
>Insist on breaking inside to investigate.
No time to waste

>>4830997
> Leave them alone and go off to chase the noise.

>>4830997
> Leave them alone and go off to chase the noise.
> But make an excuse, first. Tell them we're going to go around back and check whether we can see in through the window.

It's almost true. We will be finding a window to look through. And then travel through on a magic scooter.

>>4830997
>> Insist on breaking inside to investigate.

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>>4831016
>>4831036
>>4831084

"I- I gotta go." You blurt out. Kaya turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

"All of a sudden? I thought we were gonna go get lunch?"

"I, uh, I forgot I had something on. I think I'll see you guys later. It's important."

Remy shrugs. The group doesn't seem too urgent. For all they know, Bernard is blowing off class somewhere, if he's not at home. But you know otherwise. You know there's a very real chance he's injured or dead. And you can't help but feel that you could have prevented it. Maybe other people were attacked too?

How do you feel about this? (Will influence your Rider motivations.)

Choice:
> Guilty- You could have stopped the monster if you fought or searched for it with your newfound powers. If it hadn't been lurking around your school in search of you, nobody would have gotten hurt. You could have done something earlier to protect people from the monsters.
> Justify- It's not your fault. You've been thrown into this strange world against your will. You were just doing everything you could to survive. Save people? You're not some superhero, you're in just as much danger as the rest of them.
> Write-in- How else could you feel?

Either way, you need to go. You make a quick exit and leave them behind to search for the source of the noise. You run across campus, going wherever the sharp buzzing is. When you pursue it, your head hurts a bit less, allowing you to focus on where it is and attempt to track it down. It sharpens as you a reach a fountain nearby. Several isolated people are sitting around it, and there's a couple tossing coins into the base of it. In the curtain of water being launched out, you spy the figure of the bird, waddling forward and approaching the mirror's surface. It's poised to strike. It doesn't seem like its noticed you, but it's close to bursting out from the mirror again.

It'll be hard to transform without anyone seeing.

Action:

> Watch and wait to see what it does.
> Try to distract it through the mirror.
> Dive into the fountain as fast as possible to confront it. (HENSHIN!)
> Run off to transform somewhere hidden, and then return to the fountain to enter. (HENSHIN!)
> Write-In.

>>4832121
> You have no idea how to feel. On the one hand if you went after the Monster you might have prevented this but your lack of knowledge might have gotten you killed without achieving anything. Either way what matters now is trying to save Brandon.
> Dive into the fountain as fast as possible to confront it. (HENSHIN!)

>>4832163
+1

>>4832163
Bernard not Brandon. No idea where that name came from

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>>4832163
>>4832212
>>4832235

You... Aren't sure what to feel. On one hand, the crane was after you in the first place. You led it here. But you were never in a position to go hunting it down, and if it had killed you, it would have been free to just start eating everybody else here too. Even now, you hardly feel prepared. You have just the faintest ideas of your abilities, after experimenting with Rico.

You push all other thoughts aside for now. You don't have an ideological reason for this fighting. You haven't quite found your resolve yet, and you're neither fighting for yourself, nor to save others. All you want right now is to achieve what's important in the heat of the moment: Saving Bernard, if it's even possible.

[b]Mitsuko is fighting for ???[/b]

"HENSHIN!"

You call out, holding the deck in front of you. The belt appears before you, reflected in the water's surface as it snaps into place on your waist. You slide it into place. There's a flash of light, and you're unsure whether anyone has seen your face before the transformation. You take a brief moment to look over your armour again. It still looks dull and incomplete, but hopefully it will do. You leap straight into the water.

It feels like you're falling to your death, as you spiral through the screaming, reflective void. This time, you're able to keep your eyes open, allowing you to see the kaleidoscope patterns that swirl in the space between worlds. You wish you could take a smoother ride.

When you emerge into the Mirror World, the Crane-beast is standing in the same fountain, poised to strike at the surface and pull someone through. Its attention isn't on you just yet, and you have time to surprise it. Or you could bide your time.

Action:
> Attack the Crane straight on! (Sword-Vent, or by hand?)
> Wait to see what exactly it does.
> Search the area for traces of Bernard, leaving it to keep hunting for a little while longer.

>>4832336
>Search the area for traces of Bernard, leaving it to keep hunting for a little while longer.

>>4832336
>Search the area for traces of Bernard, leaving it to keep hunting for a little while longer.
Hope we're not too late.

>>4832336
> Search the area for traces of Bernard, leaving it to keep hunting for a little while longer.
We should keep an ear out for the Crane, though. If we hear screams, head for it. Either it's found Bernard, or it's grabbed someone else.

>>4832401
>>4832432
>>4832542

Will write up a post in a bit. To confirm, leaving it to hunt means that it'll continue with attacking the people that it's targeting right now.

>>4832560
Yeah, okay, definitely be listening for screams, then. We're on a sharp time limit.

>>4832560

You leave it be for now, hoping that it doesn't start attacking the people that it's eyeing currently. It stalked you for quite a while before it actually struck, so that means there's time, right...?

This is the first time you've had your suit with you in the Mirror World. You feel much better already. There's no aura that presses down on you, and you don't feel like you're disintegrating, luckily. Power courses through you. You feel like you can run faster, jump higher, do everything better. There's no time to play around, though, so you jog at your normal pace.

You make a beeline for Bernard's dorm. It's only a minute or two away, so you should be able to reach it. As soon as you arrive, you knock on the door, urgently waiting for an answer. You spend a moment waiting, before realising that you ought to go in by force. It's not the real world, after all.

You kick at the knob, feeling confident in the strength of this suit. The entire door splinters inwards, shattering into chunks of wood. You're stunned by your own strength for a moment, before you snap back to reality and burst into the dorm room. There's little sign of a struggle. You've been in here a couple times, and it looks the same. You stop by the various mirrors, suspiciously eyeing them and noting the possible spots the Crane could have come through. There's quite a few of them.

There's no blood, no body parts, nothing. But a sense of foreboding fills you as you sift through his bathroom. You eventually step on something that makes your blood run cold. Your suit has cracked the screen beyond repair, but you can tell that it's his mobile phone. This doesn't belong in the mirror world. When you press the power button, it fizzes to life pathetically, displaying his lock screen. This is recent.

And if he was here in the mirror world, you doubt he could have survived that horrible disintegration that overcame you. Your attempt to touch his mirror and phase into the real world is met with failure. Seems like you can only go back the way you came at the moment. You stare at the remains of his phone for a moment, debating what to do. Turmoil rumbles within you, as you consider the fact that one of your friends is gone. Dead. And nobody will ever know what happened to him, except you.

You hear a loud scream from outside, along with the sound of screeching and chirping. The crane has struck, but maybe you can still save someone if you go out now.

Action:
> Investigate the Mirror-room for any sign of Bernard.
> Get out as fast as you can, and go towards the Crane. (Roll speed.)
> Write-In

Additional:
> Take the phone
> Leave the phone

[b]Rider stats:

KAMEN RIDER [BLANK]
Strength: 1
Sturdiness: 1
Shoot: 1
Strike: 1
Speed: 1
Special: 1[/b]

As the wielder of a Blank deck, you can only use a certain amount of the Advent Deck's power. This still puts you leagues above a normal human, but you're at a huge disadvantage against other Riders and Monsters.

>>4832663
>Get out as fast as you can, and go towards the Crane. (Roll speed.)
>Take the phone

>>4832663
>Get out as fast as you can, and go towards the Crane. (Roll speed.)
> Take the phone

Rolled 21, 71, 3, 79, 6, 85, 54 = 319 (7d100)

>>4832745
>>4832762

Once again, you'll be contesting the speed of the Monster. I realised I made a small mistake in allocation when I asked for a Physical roll against the Monster's speed last time. And now, the blank suit has only 1 speed. Doesn't make sense for the suit to be slower than human form, so I'll just suck up my mistake and ask for a [b]5d100-10[/b] (-10 from distance between you and Monster) against [b]7d100[/b]. Due to being far from it, and the Mirror Monster having the chance to attack already, there's a penalty to the roll.

Rolled 77, 20 = 97 (2d100)

>>4832791

Rolled 20, 89 + 10 = 119 (2d100 + 10)

>>4832791

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>4832791

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>4832791

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>>4832798
>>4832826
>>4832967

Final roll: 79 (89-10) vs 85

Close failure.

No more time. You stash the phone in your belt, shuddering at the thought, and make a break for the next victim.

You burst out of the room, dashing down the stairs two at a time and trying to make it back to the fountain. In your haste, you tumble down the last few steps and land on your face. You find that with your armor, something like that doesn’t even hurt you in the slightest, and you continue moving without losing any time.

Time, however, is what you don’t have. By the time you reach the Crane, its already managed to pull somebody in. You recognize the woman as one of the two who were hanging out by the water’s edge. In your absence, the Crane has grabbed her and is looming over her, preparing to drive its beak down. From her body, plumes of shimmering dust are rising, and you can see her disintegrating before your very eyes. You feel a sense of urgency overcome you. You might be about to watch a human die right in front of your eyes.

The Mirror Monster thrusts it’s head down, stabbing into her shoulder. She screams in pain, her whole body warping and shimmering as she begins to vanish. You were too late to stop her from being hurt. The beast makes a slurping noise, draining her of something as it feeds.

You have to do something. Right now. If you don’t get her to safety, either the Mirror World or the Monster will kill her in seconds. Whatever you do that doesn’t involve sending her back will take up about half that time, if you’re willing to risk it in these circumstances.

Action:
> Tackle the Crane, sending all three of you through the mirror. (Will result in real-world complications.)
> Attempt to draw its attention away from her. (Write-In how.)
> Use a card. (SWORD VENT, CONTRACT)

>>4834058
> Use a card. (SWORD VENT, CONTRACT)
>CONTRACT
It's the fastest option that doesn't put even more people at risk. We'll still have to rush to get the woman back out of the Mirror World, but it's better than having a fight with a monster on the college quad.

>>4834115
+1

>>4834058
>Use a card. (SWORD VENT, CONTRACT)

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>>4834115
>>4834135
>>4834188

You step towards the Monster. From what the detective told you, you apparently need to form a contract to survive. That was how he put it. You don’t know much else about what it means, nor the consequences, but having one of these monsters on your side would help keep you safe. There’s also the issue of it currently attacking someone. This card is probably the safest way to halt it immediately. You’re not confident in slaying it with a sword, and you can take a good enough guess to assume that you can at least call it off if it has a contract with you.

You call out to it.

“Oi! Over here! Hey!”

The crane hardly looks up from tearing into the woman, so you yell as loud as you can and charge forward, waving your arms to distract it. It screeches and hops off the woman, who seems to be falling apart more and more. Her silhouette is indistinct and hazy, but she’s still moving on the ground.

The bird lunges at you with its beak, but you pull the card out of your deck and flash it in front of the creature. A blinding light erupts from the item, dazzling both you and the Mirror Monster. Everything seems to change within the light.

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>>4834201

Your vision clears within a dark void. You’re not sure where exactly in the Mirror World this is. The first thing you notice is that you’ve been stripped of your armour. The second thing is that the bird is standing before you, wings spread wide open and regarding you with a cold, amber eye. You back away, looking up at it and feeling a pang of fear yet again. Was that contract card a trap...?

Fuck, fuck, fuck. It approaches, drawing closer and closer to you. Something feels different about it, though. The towering bird is missing the hungry, predatory air that it had before. It seems to be examining you now, appraising you and bobbing its long neck back and forth. The creature spreads its wings, and you feel a tenuous connection beginning to form between you. You catch a glimpse of its vast, alien instinct, hiding behind its robotic body.

The crane lowers its head in a sort of bow, and you feel power from it coursing into you. You’ve been linked to the beast, and your contract is complete. You implicitly understand the terms. It’ll serve you, so long as you help it gain strength and feed it. With what, you’re not completely sure yet. Despite your new bond, you can’t help but feel some disgust at your new partner. After all, it tried to kill you. And it... It ate Bernard. Can you really get along with something who killed your friend?

You feel your suit forming around you yet again. This time, color floods into it as it forms. The dull white becomes a shiny, polished layer. The peak of your hood turns red, and your umbrella is covered in swirling patterns. When closed, it almost looks like the beak of the bird. Strength courses through your body, and you know now that you can actually put up a fight against monsters like its kind.

Before you know it, you’re back in reality, and no time has passed at all. The crane backs away from its would-be-victim, and with a yell, you shove her into the fountain and send her careening back into the real world, where help is sure to be. You turn to look at your new Monster, examining it in full.

MIRROR MONSTER CONTRACTED:
MASSAKAZE

You feel an instinctual pull within you. Your card deck has a symbol on it now. The golden insignia of a crane in flight. As a Kamen Rider, you need a name to call yourself.

Name:
Kamen rider ____
> Tsuru
> Kurain
> Write-In

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>>4834221

Additionally, your Advent Deck has changed! While you don’t know this in-character yet, please vote on which card you would like.

Rider stats:
Strength: 2
Sturdiness: 1
Shoot: 3
Strike: 4
Speed: 4
Special: 2

Rainvisor

Decklist:
> Advent- Massakaze (Attack: 4000)
> Sword Vent (Attack: 2000)
> Final Vent (Attack: 6000)

Possible selection (vote for one):
> Strike Vent (Attack: 3000)
> Guard Vent (Guard: 2000)
> Lift Vent (Attack: 2000
> Stab Vent (Attack: 2000)

>>4834221
> Tsuru
I'm fine with just using the Japanese for "crane". Not every Rider needs to have a super clever name. Most Ryuki Riders have straightforward ones, actually.

>>4834244
> Lift Vent (Attack: 2000
Between our visor and Sword Vent, I think we have enough weapons, so Strike and Stab don't interest me. Guard Vent could be useful, but we can probably expand our visor into a shield since it's an umbrella. Life Vent has the most promise, to me, it either lifts us for increased mobility or lifts the enemy for crowd control.