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>>5780580

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(NEW) Dice Mechanic:

We always roll 1d100s!
Since most people weren’t happy with the system of averaging top four rolls, we’re using best of 2/3/4 depending on the attribute a prompt requires. If Johnny is a genius and it’s a Knowledge based roll, he gets more rolls (Max. 7)! If he sucks, he gets less dice (Min. 2)!

When asked for rolls, I will specify how many you’re going to get. Rolling begins after it’s asked.

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Don’t forget that at the end of the day, this is a story-driven quest! What the prompts are describing is more important than the difficulty of the rolls, for results in a fight.

Again, rolls are only counted when they are posted within ten minutes of being asked, so watch out!

>>5780580
>>Ask Primavera if you two actually met or if she’s making this up. You don’t think she deleted your memories already…

>>5780580
>Ask Primavera if you two actually met or if she’s making this up. You don’t think she deleted your memories already…

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“Primavera, have we actually met before?” You wonder if she’s making this up. It’s possible! You don’t think she deleted your memories already. Philonune doesn’t recognize her at all, so it couldn’t have happened, right?

“Vera told me that you saved her life.” Liu adds before Primavera could say a word.

“Y-Yes, that’s… as you know… truth, correct, and all that.” Primavera struggles to answer. She wanted to deny or deflect the question, but with Liu’s intervention, she had no other choice but to acknowledge the event.

“So, we’ve met.” You assert. “But how and when?”

“This isn’t worth remembering if it slipped out of your mind. This is a waste of time, trust me.” Primavera wants you to move on. “And there are more things that don’t need to occupy your brain anymore...” She wants to move on to brainwashing.

“Didn’t you mention that all your memories with Johnny are precious?” Liu points out.

“To me, our meeting was the most important event of my life, but to him it was Wednesday.” Primavera shakes her head.

“I should remember you though. I never forget a pretty face.” You aren’t happy with this explanation. There’s something off here. Primavera seems happy to be called pretty.

“I’m naturally beautiful, but reality says different. Have I not proved how deep my admiration for you runs in my veins? It’s deeper than any superfluous reason any other member has. I’m not perfect, but I’m as close as one can be. So, stop doubting me NOW!” Primavera is getting frustrated. “Or what is it? You don’t believe we have met? Or do you think I messed with your memories? Is that it?! Don’t be dumb and trust ME!”

“Have you?” Liu is the one asking now.

“I WOULD NEVER HURT HIM. NEVER EVER!!!” Primavera is deeply hurt by the implication. That doesn’t really answer the question.

Primavera’s patience is running low, you need to be careful and play this correctly or else it will go out of hand.

What do you do?

>Ask Primavera all about herself. If this is going to be the only chance you’ll talk to her, you better get as much as you can about her backstory.
>Call Primavera out. She’s lying about ever meeting you!
>Call Primavera out. She totally messed with your memories!
>Convince Primavera to not brainwash you. You won’t stand in her way if she wants to do her thing, but you can’t forget. For the van!
>Try really hard to remember Primavera. She must be in your brain, somewhere...
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5780666
>Try really hard to remember Primavera. She must be in your brain, somewhere...

>>5780741
+1

>>5780666
>Try really hard to remember Primavera. She must be in your brain, somewhere...

>>5780666
>Try really hard to remember Primavera. She must be in your brain, somewhere...

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While the two of them are at each other's throats (mainly Primavera’s at Liu’s), you take the opportunity to focus! Focus really hard to remember Primavera. From the way she’s behaving, you’re certain that you have met at some point, and you’re going to find out when and how without anyone’s help! Your greatest fan girl said you need to trigger the memory somehow.

“NO! He’s trying to remember! Johnny, stop that right now! Hey! Hey! HEY!!!” Primavera has realized what you’re trying to do and scolds you like a dog! You continue meditating with your eyes closed. “L-Liu! Do something!”

“M-Me?” Liu is perplexed. She came over to help you, not her. “Why would I stop him? I’m on his side.”

“Because I asked you, idiot! Distract him! NOW!” Primavera is getting desperate. You’re hearing all the action.

“I don’t want to.” Liu crosses her arms.

“Throw yourself onto him! Give him a good show! A good smooch!” Primavera pushes Liu forward with her crutch. “It’s the only way he’ll snap out of it!”

“S-Smooch him?! *hic*, are you, *hic*, out of your mind?!” Liu turns red as an apple!

“It’s your ONLY CHANCE! You kissless loser!” Primavera demands it to happen.

“M-My only chance…?! *hic*?!” Liu’s hiccups overtake her body! A meltdown for the ages!

“Predictable, Liu. Now...” Primavera smirks. “Johnny, pay attention, you’re leaving me no choice… I don’t want to do it like this. I DON’T WANT TO. But, again, I have no choice in the matter. It’s for your own good. Keep doing your best and I’ll be always cheering for you, okay…?”

You feel Primavera’s hand around your neck… and still… you can’t remember no matter how much you concentrate! There’s no time!

“Sorry for making you wait, Partner, leave this to me!” Philonune will clutch this out! “I believe I have found the key in your soul! The blocked memory! It’s fuzzy, I will have to go through it carefully. Here we go.”

[You’re slowly entering a flashback… of sorts.]

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>>5781566

Welcome to Johnny’s flashback. This is an anything-can-happen pointless flashback, where you, Johnny Ando, will dictate the actions and decisions of our main character (Johnny Ando). The only caveat are time paradoxes; if you sequence break, the memories that you’re trying to regain will stay locked — and you will fail to remember Primavera. All the events within this flashback will stop being canon if you don’t succeed. Have fun!:


You’re below average, nothing about you stands out; millions live in the same city as you under a… Why are you doing this recap? Who cares if you’re a below average student? Being boring is all that people need to know about you. That’s the life of Johnny Ando.

It’s Tuesday, April 18th in the evening. You’re at the Pitfall Arcade. You came here with a couple of your classmates after classes, all but one are gone, you got stuck playing fighting games against each other. Neither of you are any good, but you’re trying to best each other for the sake of it.

That’s a half truth, these classmates hang around with you to sting you out of your money, so if you pretend to be busy playing — they don’t bother you as much. So, that’s why they left. Nothing else for them to do but watch after pestering you gets old. Here you are, enjoying a game with the guy who’s left, he’s the least awful of the group, since together they are borderline bullies. But with them out? He’s chill. Except in the game. He destroyed you.

“Rematch?” Wilvy asks from the other side of the machine.

“Sure.” You keep your answer short as you always do.

“Dear patrons, we are closing shortly. Have a safe return home.” A Pitfall Arcade employee reminds the clientele through the speakers. You didn’t notice how late it is, your dad is going to be annoyed if you aren’t quiet when you come back.

“Tomorrow then?” Wilvy wants the rematch badly even though he won.

“We’ll see.” You’re short on cash.

“Excuse me. I don’t know if you heard, but we’re closing.” Another Pitfall employee lets you know about the end of today’s session. She’s personally talking to each patron in case they were too focused on their games.

How do you respond?

>“We’ll be going, sorry.” Be polite.
>“We know.” Be rude.
>Ignore her and leave with Wilvy.
>“Neko, is that you?! You work here?! What the fuuuu—---” TIME PARADOX. Refuse to play another overly long flashback sequence!
>Write In.

>>5781567
>>“We’ll be going, sorry.” Be polite.

>>5781567
>“We know.” Be rude.
Where it all began thread 1... the arcade bombing...
I feel this old Johnny would be much more rude, 1 in every stat invisible loser that he is

>>5781567
>“We know.” Be rude.

>>5781567
>“We know.” Be rude.

>>5781567
>Ignore her and leave with Wilvy.
I don't know how but even the pictures look the same as they did early on

>>5781582
Same brushes and settings he used back then, most likely

>>5781567
>Welcome to Do Your Best Quest. This is an anything can happen pointless quest, where you, the player, will dictate the actions and decisions of our main character in a modern setting with supernatural elements. Our character will do anything you guys say. Have fun!:

>You’re below average, nothing about you stands out; millions live in the same city as you under a not very cruel dictatorship, so nobody should expect something from you… But try your best! Maybe there could be some kind of payoff in the end.
What will the payoff be to all this, I wonder? It has been so long after all

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“We know.” You respond without thinking.

“R-R-R-Right, have a safe trip home…” The employee looks dejected as she walks away towards some other patrons. She wasn’t expecting a dry answer from you. Her sad expression will be carved inside your mind for the rest of your life.

“Ready to go?” Wilvy is standing by your machine.

“Yeah.” You stand up with your bag around your arm. “Let’s go.”

The sky is dark outside the pitfall arcade, the incandescent lights of the city annoy you, it’s like they’re punishing you for looking up. You shake your head as you walk through the streets with Wilvy by your side. You’re going to take the subway home. The northern district is far from your home.

“Hey, here.” Wilvy hands you a Sorangeda. It’s a sugary soda drink with the worst name on the face of the planet, his family owns a liquor store, so he always carries plenty. It’s his way to repay you since his father doesn’t lend him any cash. Unlike yours, who thinks that’s enough to shut you up. To be fair, it does shut you up for the most part.

“Thanks.” You stare at the bottle. “You don’t have any other flavor?”

“You don’t need them.” Wilvy shakes his head.

“What do you mean?” You don’t know where this is coming from.

“Sorangedas cheer you up. After I kicked your butt, you need them.” Wilvy proclaims with confidence.

“What are you talking about? Why would they cheer me up?” Nope, you are still confused.

“That’s the slogan.” Wilvy points at your bottle.

“They don’t have a slogan.” You check the drink thoroughly.

“...You sure?” Wilvy doesn’t know what to say.

“Yep.” You find no evidence.

“Really mega sure?” Wilvy is looking at the bottle himself. “That blows! Jamie lied to me again!”

Distracted by the conversation, you end up running into a random passerby, dropping your bottle on the ground, and upon contact, it explodes and flies off through the night sky. You and Wilvy are mesmerized by the scene.

“Look where you are walking, idiot.” The random guy gets annoyed at you.

How do you respond?
>“You owe me a drink, dumbass.” Panic response.
>“Sorry.” Barely react again.
>Just keep walking and ignore this person.
>Write In.

>>5781639
>>Just keep walking and ignore this person.
I feel like it makes more sense for old Johnny to act passively. It's been shown that he kinda just takes the abuse from his dad and 'friends'

>>5781644
+1
>the incandescent lights of the city annoy you, it’s like they’re punishing you for looking up
What an old Johnny sentiment, holy shit the QM's still got it after 6 years

>>5781639
>Just keep walking and ignore this person.

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You decide to move forward without giving this man a second glance. He mutters something under his breath as he continues on his way, something about you being disrespectful and the like, nothing that you haven’t heard at home.

The Sorangeda loses steam and drops down onto the head of another passerby far away, with some sugary liquid dropping on her to boot. By the sounds of the heartbreaking screeches, the victim was none other that the employee that told you to leave the arcade. She’s having a bad day now, those are Tuesdays.

“Brutal, hehe.” Wilvy is walking backwards to see the damage that his former plastic bottle has caused. You don’t want to look back, whether the reason be not wanting to face the annoying guy, or seeing the employee have a meltdown, it’s not worth it for your psyche. “You noticed?”

“Huh?” You can’t pay attention while ignoring your problems. You don’t want to talk about the girl.

“Like, there are a lot of oddbods wiggling around. Menacingly.” Wilvy twirls back to face forward. He actually didn’t care for the girl at all. “Looks like they are going to the arcade.”

“Eh.” You shrug. It’s none of your business.

“I bet they’re cooking something. Some delicious broth in a huge pot. Like witches. That’s what Gunther said they do.” Wilvy is making up a story to entertain himself. “Wait, witches don’t cook well, right? Eh, forget it…” He feels bad for going on a random tangent.

“Depends if they’re cooking for a spell or for dinner.” You engage in the conversation.

“You’re riiight! Hehe!” Wilvy’s eyes start sparkling like there’s hope in the air. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you something… about, y’know, the guys and you. As a group. All of us four.”

“What?” You think Wilvy is an easy guy to get, but right now, he’s making no sense.

“Forget it, man. Just…” Wilvy wants to change topics desperately. “Oh! Look! A crane machine! Can you get me something? I mean, it’s not for me. It’s for Gunther. I mean, Gunther’s sister.”

“He has a sister?” You’re in shock. Also, the Arcade installed this machine as a way to promote the store. Kinda neat.

“Yeah, she’s rotund like a balloon. Gunther says she’s down in the dumps, and he wanted something to, you know, help. I bet one of these things can cheer her up, you feel me? You’re the crane master, can you give it a try?” Wilvy is counting on you.

“You don’t have any money, do you?” You think he’s counting on you in more ways than one.

“O-Oh, yeah. Hehe.” Wilvy feels some shame for asking.

What do you do?

>“Can’t do it. I have no money.” Move on and return home.
>“You owe me another Sorangeda.” Ask for something in return.
>“Do it yourself.” Walk away. You’re not doing him any favors.
>“Find some money, and I’ll do it.” You’re not using yours. Wilvy has to be creative.
>Write In.

>>5781693
>>“Find some money, and I’ll do it.” You’re not using yours. Wilvy has to be creative.

>>5781693
>“Find some money, and I’ll do it.” You’re not using yours. Wilvy has to be creative.
Meet him halfway

>>5781700
+1

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“Find some money, and I’ll do it.” You are going to meet him halfway.

“Y-You know I don’t have any cash on me…” Wilvy is already excusing himself.

“Then be creative and find some.” You shrug. It’s not like you won’t help him at all.

“But where? Oh, I know!” Wilvy looks around. Then he approaches a pedestrian going the opposite direction from the subway. “Hey, could you lend us some for the crane?”

For some reason, Wilvy asked the most eerie-looking guy he could ever meet for some quick change. He looks like the rough canvas of an avant-garde piece gone rouge. It’s hard to describe, but he’s closer to an alien than a human.

“You want to waste some coin on this boop-b00p machine?” The eerie-looking guy stares at the crane machine like a long-lost brother from another planet.

“Listen, bro, I know this sounds really cocky, but my friend here is an expert, with an X of extreme, on these machines. He always wins.” Wilvy is pretty confident in your abilities. You’re pretty confident about it yourself, but what the hell? You don’t want the pressure.

“How about three shots? If you get one, I’ll spare you. Guhahaha~!” The monstrous man smiles. There’s something wrong with his teeth that is impossible to describe at first sight.

“Spare us from what?” You wonder.

“7r0ubl3!” Alien man puts it simply. And this ain’t good.

“Deal!” Wilvy doesn’t hesitate, he has no survival instincts. Now he turns to you. “I know you got this.”

“Right.” Sometimes you wonder why you even bother.

…

…

You successfully pull out three different plushies! One of a cool Shark, another one is a Cat in a tuxedo, and the last one is a Manatee with a crown!

“G00dness gracious, what a performance, boyo!” Creepy man is exuberant.

“You can keep one.” You offer one since he funded this effort.

“Pour moi? You don’t have to!” The supposed human acts humble. “Give me.” ...until he doesn’t.

What plushy do you give the strange man?

>The Cat.
>The Shark.
>The Manatee.
>On second thought, you’ll keep them all.

Once you reach the train home, you will...

>Go directly to your apartment.
>Visit your old house. You want to see your sister. You feel melancholic.
>Randomly wander around to enjoy the night outside home.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5781755
>>The Manatee.
>Go directly to your apartment.

>>5781772
+1

>>5781755
>The Shark
>Visit your old house. You want to see your sister. You feel melancholic.

>>5781755
>The Shark.
>Go directly to your apartment.
Do we get to keep the leftover one? Cause we already have the shark in the future/present

>>5781755
>>The Manatee.
>Go directly to your apartment.

>>5781755
>The Manatee.
>Go directly to your apartment.

>>5781755
>The Manatee.
>Randomly wander around to enjoy the night outside home.

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(Sorry, everyone, I made a mistake! I miscounted the days. These events are happening Monday, April 17th in quest. My bad!)

You hand over the manatee without giving it a second thought. It was cute. Too cute, in fact. Could’ve been a bomb. You don’t trust things wearing crowns either. You shall never forget this lesson no matter what. Like, you’ll never forget this monster’s face. He seems happy with his new toy, you wish you didn’t see his crooked smile, his teeth are sideways, this is not a human.

“My deepest gratitude! I shall never forget you two, earthlings. N3v3r.” The monstrous alien puts the plushy under his wing. His voice suddenly shifted inflections at the end there, turning much softer and out of breath, it’s hard to even call it the same voice, it even had static like an old-timey recording from 50 years ago.

“We won’t forget you either!” Wilvy smiles back. You wish you could though, he’s going to give you nightmares for the rest of your life.

The supposed-human makes his plushy wave goodbye as you part ways. Inside the station, you start questioning Wilvy’s actions.

“C’mon, man, don’t ever judge a book by its cover. Never ever. Drill that into your head, and never forget it.” Wilvy is a kind soul who also bullies you like a coward.

“What if the book was covered in blood, and all the pages were written with blood, and it was full of pictures of corpses from never-before-seen angles from many unsolved murders in it?” You raise an eyebrow.

“They sell those? That’s metal.” Wilvy can’t wait to get his hands on those.

“...You have no survival instincts.” You can’t ignore it.

“No worries, I don’t get involved in fights.” Wilvy doesn’t care that much.

After that, you two ride the train until it is time to split your separate ways. You live close-ish to one another, two stations apart, so you always end up hanging out longer than you have to, that’s how you became somewhat friendlier to each other.

The cold streets welcome you back. The journey home is the last remaining constant in your life, and the closest thing you feel to being welcomed somewhere. School sucks, your new apartment sucks, and you aren’t allowed at your old home. You were kicked out like a street rat by your stepfather after your mother’s death. It used to upset you, but not anymore, you hardly feel anything these days. The best perk of being unwanted anywhere, it’s that you feel at ease where nobody is.

...That doesn’t mean that you like the cold. You better get to your dad’s old apartment with shitty internet before it’s too late. Who are you kidding? You’re going to be scolded anyway.

Right outside the apartment building, there’s a stranger waiting for someone… or something. Sadly, you made eye contact with him, opening the opportunity to talk.

>>5782800


“Hey, kid, you live here?” The man sporting a mustache is playing with his phone. “Can you answer me a couple of questions? I’ll be quick as a buck.”

How do you respond?

>Walk past him. Ignore him.
>“Yes, I do. But I don’t know anyone here.” Be honest and get this done quickly.
>“I can’t. I’m busy, sorry.” Politely decline.
>Write In.

What plushy did you keep?

>Shark.
>Cat.
>None. You gave both to Wilvy.

>>5782801
>>“Yes, I do. But I don’t know anyone here.” Be honest and get this done quickly.
>Cat.

>>5782801
>>“Yes, I do. But I don’t know anyone here.” Be honest and get this done quickly.
>Shark.

>>5782801
>"Who's asking?"
>Cat.

>>5782804
+1, as the canon goes

>>5782804
>>5782808
Just to clarify we receive a Shark plush in thread 1. We don't start with it

>>5782809
Then I want to change my vote from >>5782808 to backing >>5782802 if it is not too late

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“Who’s asking?” You say.

“Name’s Wessam, Wessam Carpetier, I’m a journalist chasing after a story that’s going to blow everyone’s minds. Nice to meet you, kid.” Wessam pockets his phone to raise his hand for a handshake.

“A journalist?” You shake his hand, it feels rude not to.

“I know, we’re all big talk, but I back it up.” Wessam smirks. “Are you up for it, kid? Err, you live here, right?”

“Yes, I do. but I don’t know anyone.” You’re honest and get to the point quickly.

“Don’t underestimate yourself, kid. We all pay attention to our surroundings even if we aren’t supposed to. It’s human nature.” Wessam has faith in you.

“If you say so.” You can’t back away now.

“Have you seen this man prancing around?” Wessam shows you a picture of an unkempt middle-aged man with a shabby beard and a mean mug.

“Can’t say I have.” You say apologetically.

“Thank the stars you haven’t, kid. This guy is Sewel Scott, and he’s bad news like a bad breakup, if you get what I’m saying.” Wessam points at the picture.

“I don’t.” You’re a lonely boy with lonely dreams.

“Trust me, it’s grim.” Wessam isn’t kidding. Like you’re gonna get the chance for that… “Have you heard anything unusual? Like people moving in and out frequently?”

“No. But I haven’t met any of my neighbors and I’ve been living here for a while.” You point out. “Why is he an issue?”

“He works as the muscle for a wealthy family with ties to the underground. Heard he’s keeping some of his targets locked here in this very building. Only the heavens know why.” Wessam crosses his arms.

“Now that sounds grim.” You retort.

“Tell me about it. Can you do me a favor, kid? I have this key.” Wessam takes it out of his pocket. “Can you check if it works for room 305? I don’t want you to peek or anything, leave it there if you want. Just give me a signal if it works or not.”

“Why don’t you check it yourself?” You raise an eyebrow like you always do.

“The man promised to shoot me inbetween the eyes if I dare bother him again. I have to lower the risks or this story is going to be the end of me.” Wessam pats you on the shoulder. “I’ll manage if you don’t want to, kid.”

What do you do?

>Go along. Test the key for Wessam.
>Decline. You like living, and you have to return home.
>Write In.


(You have the cat plushy btw!)

>>5782850
>>Decline. You like living, and you have to return home.

>>5782850
>Decline. You like living, and you have to return home.

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“You’ll have to. Sorry, can’t do it.” You decline. The journalist didn’t even try to bribe you with anything to even give it a second thought.

“You have a good head on your shoulders, kid. If I was your dad and saw you do this for a stranger, I’d smack the sense back into you.” Wessam takes this rejection like a champion. “Get home safe. I’ll see what I can do.”

“See you later.” You wish him well, despite him being a weirdo. You’ll always thank him for helping occupy your head with something that isn’t the creepy alien from earlier.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence! Haha!” Wessam starts playing with the key as you walk away.

You’re at the door of your apartment. 301. You look to your side, at 305… the very mysterious 305. You won’t pay any mind, you don’t want to be railroaded to a preventable situation. Now it’s time for your father to predictably tell you to get bent. You carefully open the door… and notice your dad, Stan, passed out on the couch with the TV on. Deadbeat piece of shit. The only reason you call him dad is because it annoys him.

Anyway, you sneak into your room. You rather skip dinner than risk waking him up. It’s not like you don’t have some snacks from earlier. A sorangeda would be good right now, but you can’t get picky. After giving your stomach something, you tuck into bed and go to sleep, tomorrow has a long day of classes ahead.

…

As the night makes itself comfortable around the city, you hear the laments of a girl coming from the side… the cries of a helpless woman... No, it’s not the TV, you think it’s coming from Room 305’s direction.

…

You have a long day tomorrow…

What do you do?

>No! You refuse to be railroaded into something dangerous! Continue sleeping NOW!
>Fine, you’ll check what’s going on. From the safety of your apartment. You’ll listen in. And if you hear anything, you’ll reassess the situation.
>Cry harder than the stupid girl. Teach the crybaby a lesson.
>Write In.

(Last reply of the day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5782881
>>Fine, you’ll check what’s going on. From the safety of your apartment. You’ll listen in. And if you hear anything, you’ll reassess the situation.
Put that glass on the table against the wall to listen in better

>>5782881
>>Fine, you’ll check what’s going on. From the safety of your apartment. You’ll listen in. And if you hear anything, you’ll reassess the situation.
If we, passive shit, cant get our sleep, might as well see who the FUCK making such noises!

>>5782883
+1

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And for that said reason, you have to check what’s going on, to stop the whining from ruining what’s left of your night sleep. First, you put the empty glass against the wall to listen more clearly. You can confirm it is someone crying from that direction. Sounds like a girl around your age wallowing in her misery. A pain you mistook for coming from injury at first, but under closer inspection, it is akin to the heartbreaking affliction of being ditched and abandoned.

“Why…?” The cries express in overtaking agony. “Why me…?”

If for a moment you believed this hinted at a life or death situation, well, that lingering feeling has passed and it will be long gone when this thought ends, but the noise remains, and your sleep is still in peril. You must act or suffer the consequences of your inaction.

What do you do?

>Suffer the consequences of your inaction and try to sleep this off.
>Sneak outside your apartment and confront whoever is causing this ruckus. Apartment number be damned!
>Call the Police and send them to this apartment. Didn’t you hear the screams of pain? You worry for someone’s safety (Yours (for your sleep))!
>Write In.

>>5783637
>>Sneak outside your apartment and confront whoever is causing this ruckus. Apartment number be damned!
We know what it feels like to be ditched and abandoned from our father

>>5783637
>>Suffer the consequences of your inaction and try to sleep this off.

>>5783637
>Sneak outside your apartment and confront whoever is causing this ruckus. Apartment number be damned!

>>5783637
>Sneak outside your apartment and confront whoever is causing this ruckus. Apartment number be damned!
Might as well bring the cat with us just in case she likes them.

>>5783645
+1 to this also

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No, you can’t endure the noise if you plan to have any sleep. The only realistic solution is for you to confront whoever is causing this ruckus and tell them to quit it. No, it’s not a bad idea. Just because you’re tired, it doesn’t mean you have stupid plans. You’re going to take the Cat In A Suit plushy with you just in case you need a hand from a trusty ally.

You put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, then sneak outside the apartment. Your steps are heavy, the ground noisy, and you are not particularly stealthy; regardless, if the crying isn’t waking your dad up, nothing will. You’re in the clear, basically.

It’s cold outside yet equally welcoming as your apartment. It’s odd how there’s literally no one bothered by the noise. Your landlord lives in the building, does he not care? Is he a bum or is this not important? Whatever the answer may be, you start tracking the source of the sound. It increases as you go along the hallway. With one hand on the handrail, you continue your path; each step making it evident that the noise is coming from the apartment the reporter talked about.

You’re right in front of apartment 305. The crying is coming from within.

“I’m so sorry...” The girl laments inside. Doesn’t seem like she’s talking to anyone in particular. You don’t hear anyone moving, only the screeches.

Time to confront this situation…

What do you do?

>Knock on the door and demand the crying to stop.
>Try to open the window and peek inside.
>Grab the key the reporter offered you before and open the door. It’s on the ground for some reason…
>Write In.

>>5783680
>>Try to open the window and peek inside.

>>5783680
>>Grab the key the reporter offered you before and open the door. It’s on the ground for some reason…

>>5783680
>Grab the key the reporter offered you before and open the door. It’s on the ground for some reason…

>>5783680
>Try to open the window and peek inside.

>>5783683
I'll change to this to break the tie

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You have no idea why it is here, but the key the reporter wanted you to use is on the ground. You have a hunch that it was a wise decision to not go along with his plan, something tells you the worst already happened, and now all you are left with is a pesky girl who can’t stop crying. If she’s anything like your sister, it’s not going to be difficult to calm her down. Or to tell her to be quiet. You got experience with that too.

Anyway, you grab the rusty key and give it a good look. Your dad gave you a copy of your apartment’s, so if you ever wondered if the keys in this old building are anything special, it’s sad to say that they are not. Just a regular key just like yours with a faded out logo you cannot make out. This means it was cheaply made. Not that it surprises you. Enough milking information out of the stupid key, you gotta use it.

The key doesn’t fit the hole. No, there’s something in it blocking the key from entering. You shake the doorknob to loosen the dirt inside and pray for a miracle, some of it falls. You put the key in again with some force. It fits now. You unlock the door…

Was this little piece of dirt enough to deter the journalist? You don’t think so, something else must’ve happened. No time to speculate, you need to investigate the interior.

You slowly open it, the door screeches, it needs oil. The crying stopped. There’s nothing inside aside from dirt and empty boxes as far as you can tell with the moonlight’s help. You thought your apartment was dilapidated, but this is much worse. If you didn’t live on the other side of the building, you would think this entire place was abandoned.

You hear a squeaky sound. No, it’s not a rat. It’s rather sharp, metallic even. It’s coming from the corner of this very room…

What do you do?

>“I’m just here to tell the person crying to stop, uh, crying. I’m trying to sleep. That’s it.” Deliver your message and leave.
>“Is somebody there? Hello?” Act like you’re in a horror movie.
>“IS THERE A RAT OVER THERE?!” You were wrong, it must be a rat!
>Write In.

>>5783722
>“I’m just here to tell the person crying to stop, uh, crying. I’m trying to sleep. That’s it.” Deliver your message and leave.
Close the door, lock it again, leave the key where it was, goodbye

>>5783722
>>“IS THERE A RAT OVER THERE?!” You were wrong, it must be a rat!

>>5783722
>>“IS THERE A RAT OVER THERE?!” You were wrong, it must be a rat!

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“IS THERE A RAT OVER THERE?!” On second thought (or third?), you heard the TYPICAL rat squeaking! Sharp or not, that’s a marsupial! Your poor knowledge confirms it!

“S-Squeaks…!” The supposed-rat responds! You’re in her territory! Wait, this cunning trash hunter sounds awfully similar to the crying girl. She’s sniffing! Rats don’t sniff. Or do they? You know nothing about rats except that they like cheese and if you see them at a restaurant, you gotta go.

You hear the actual sharp squeaking from before, and at the same time, you notice the hint of a wheel slightly moving forward into the light. Not just any wheel though, it belongs to a wheelchair! That must be the *actual* source. It pulls back into the shadows to hide, but it’s too late.

“Wait… IS THE RAT ON A WHEELCHAIR?!” You figured this out. And you’re horrified at this implication… Giant injured rats also have access to healthcare…

“I can’t do this anymore. No, there’s no rat. It was all a clever trick of mine.” The wheelchair pulls forward to be shown in the light, and it’s not a giant rat! It’s the crying girl! She looks around your age, her eyes are closed, and she’s kind of pretty. You don’t know how to explain this, but her mouth is a little dented. Who would’ve seen this coming? Nobody! Because she was in the shadows and you don’t have night vision. “Are you going to take me away too…?”

The injured girl expects an answer.

What do you do?

>“If you stay quiet, I won’t.” You came here to get some sleep.
>“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Maybe your sleep doesn’t matter judging by the circumstances. This girl looks like she’s in danger.
>“Did a reporter guy come over here?” Ask if that Wessam guy is involved in all of this.
>“Wait, you’re some kind of hostage? Is the mafia after you?” Who would be so despicable to have someone as a hostage? Oh, right, criminal organizations. Duh.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue when I can!)

>>5783758
>>“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Maybe your sleep doesn’t matter judging by the circumstances. This girl looks like she’s in danger.

>>5783758
>>“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Maybe your sleep doesn’t matter judging by the circumstances. This girl looks like she’s in danger.

>>5783758
>>“Did a reporter guy come over here?” Ask if that Wessam guy is involved in all of this.

>>5783758
>“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Maybe your sleep doesn’t matter judging by the circumstances. This girl looks like she’s in danger.

>>5783758
>“Did a reporter guy come over here?” Ask if that Wessam guy is involved in all of this.

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“No...?” You have no idea what this wheelchair rat is talking about. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“You don’t know? That must mean that you’re not one of them...” The squeaking girl is more confused than ever. “Who... are you? Why are you here?”

“Hey, I asked first.” You frown.

“Did you come here to save me…?” The wheelchair rat gets a little flustered.

“Save you? From what?” You want your answers, damn it.

“Them.” She trembles.

“Who are they?” You don’t like where this is going.

“The kidnappers.” The rat girl is frightened.

“I guess you are not okay.” Your detective skills are on par with a regular policeman's.

“I’m not! I’m hurt, hungry, and I’ve been locked in here for hours…! I hate this place! I HATE IT!!!” She sounds more frustrated than scared now. “They told me that there’s no way for me to escape, and that even if I managed to leave this room, the rest of the building isn’t wheelchair accessible. All I know is that someone is going to come over and take me away for good. And I thought that person was you!”

“Oh, blast, that’s awful.” You scratch the back of your head. “Do I look that threatening?”

“From the shadows, anyone does.” The girl points out.

“That makes sense.” You didn’t see it that way.

“Who cares anyway? Take me away now before they come back! PLEASE!!!” Tears start falling from Rat girl’s eyes…

Huh… You don’t like being ordered around…

What do you do?

>“Do I take you to the police or what?” You need a plan if you’re going to put your neck on the line.
>“I’ll only do it because you said ‘please’, so as long as you keep being nice, I’ll help.” Agree to take her away… somewhere else.
>“Heard there’s a mafia guy involved, and I kinda don’t want to die, so, y’know, uh, good luck…” You’re no knight in shining armor. Reject to help.
>Write In.

>>5786902
>>“Do I take you to the police or what?” You need a plan if you’re going to put your neck on the line.

>>5786902
>>“Do I take you to the police or what?” You need a plan if you’re going to put your neck on the line.

>>5786902
>“Do I take you to the police or what?” You need a plan if you’re going to put your neck on the line.
>"Did they mention why they'd want to kidnap you? Do you even know why they might target you?"

>>5786902
>“Do I take you to the police or what?” You need a plan if you’re going to put your neck on the line.

>>5786943
This too, lol

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“Do I take you to the police or what?” You need a plan if you’re going to put your neck on the line.

“I was kidnapped under their custody. The policemen were in on it... They can’t keep me safe.” The rat girl is very afraid.

“Huh, then what do you expect me to do?” You’re not a creative man. Well, you might be, but all your ideas are usually extremely bad, and —at the moment— you don’t feel confident about them.

“C-Can we start thinking about future plans when WE ARE SAFE?!” Rat girl squeaks in desperation.

“But where’s safe?” You ponder.

“NOT HERE.” Rat girl starts bouncing in her wheelchair. You were going to mention that you live in this building, but this squeaky girl doesn’t need the extra stress of knowing that.

“Did they mention why they’d want to kidnap you? Do you even know why they might target you?” You need to know anything.

“They didn’t. But my aunt works directly with the Defense Minister…” Wheelchair gal wants you to put two and two together.

“That’s important?” You know math but not bureaucracy.

“YES! She’s part of the military! A high ranked general or something! Like, way up there!” Rat girl sounds frustrated. It doesn’t sound like she knows this aunt all that well. Is there really a connection there?

“So, should I take you to a military office? Or a base?” You wonder.

“I don’t know where is safe!!!” Rat wants to cry again. “Just take me out here, I BEG YOU!”

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>>5787083

Welp, you have some savings you could use to… huh… help out? It’s a decent amount.

What do you do?

>Take Rat Girl to the park. It’s a public space, should be safe, right?
>Take Rat Girl to a police station. Don’t bother overthinking it.
>Take Rat Girl to a homeless shelter. She’ll be a hobo now.
>Take Rat Girl to a hospital. She looks hurt…
>Question her relationship with this aunt. They don’t sound close. She was kidnapped for another reason.
>Write In.

>>5787085
>>Write In.
>Take her to a motel.
It's private so low chance of her being seen before we can figure something out

>>5787085
>>Question her relationship with this aunt. They don’t sound close. She was kidnapped for another reason.

>>5787090
Supporting

>>5787085
Also as someone who just caught up recently I have to say that I appreciate all these callbacks

>>5787090
+1

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“Fine. I have a little cash on me. We’ll figure it out as we go.” You blurt out in an attempt to calm her down.

“Are you really going to help me…?” It dawned on Rat Girl that this wasn’t a given.

“We have no time to overthink the risks. Let’s go.” You start pushing her wheelchair.

“Can you at least tell me what your name is?!” Rat girl is having second thoughts.

“I’m Johnny. Don’t tell anyone if I screw this up though. You?” You can’t mentally call her rat girl for the rest of time no matter how funny it would be.

“Call me Vera.” The squeaking gal reveals her identity.

“Okay, Vera, you gotta tell me how to get you down the stairs.” It’s not nice to say, but you don’t have experience helping the injured in these types of situations. Only on the bus. And once on the subway. But that’s it.

“You have to carry me down. How else?! It was no joke, these stairs are not wheelchair friendly.” Vera is worried about her prospects.

“I have noodle arms.” You wave them with pride. The pride of being a repugnant noodle man.

“But do you have a noodle spirit?!” Vera wants you to try your best.

“...I guess we will find out.” You guess you can try to do your best again. It’s been a while...

Miraculously, you used your brain for once and decided to fold her wheelchair to carry it on your back, then bring Vera down in your arms to the best of your abilities. It’s too late and you’re too tired to accomplish this, but somehow you did. Sometimes, pressure brings something out in oneself, mostly injuries, but not this time. Your luck will run out, so you better move on.

“You’re not in good shape, are you?” Vera sees you struggle.

“All I’m good for is outrunning people. It’s easy when you have long legs.” You noticed that you’re talking about running with a cripple. “I-I mean, your legs are pretty long too.”

Vera taps her legs like she’s inspecting them. “You don’t think about what you’re saying, do you?”

“I think with my heart. Uh, my noodle heart.” You shrug. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“Yes, please! Push me forward!” The former squeaking girl wants to get out of here as soon as she can.

“Let’s find a place where we can stay the night and lay low.” You take the injured girl away somewhere.

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>>5787238

You found a random Motel to stay in, the second closest to your apartment you could find online with your phone, in case one of the kidnappers looks for her too close by. The receptionist didn’t give you much more than a glance as she passed you over the room’s keys, she didn’t even check your age. You both ended up thanking the stars for this place having an elevator. You’re on the 2nd floor, the only room left, supposedly haunted. It’s one big bed, and the view is pathetic with another building being so close, but you can see the alleyway down. Anyway, did you mention that it’s haunted? Because you think you already did, so you gotta do it again.

“Cool. With that, it’s mission accomplished.” You put your hands on your waist with satisfaction.

“I’m hungry…” Vera’s tummy demands sacrifices.

Cool. A new problem. You have a hungry girl in a one bed haunted bedroom. How are you going to deal with this?

What do you do?

>Cook something for Vera. You’re bad at cooking, but you can follow instructions. With the power of the internet that’s all you need. There must be stuff in the tiny fridge here, right?
>Tell Vera that she needs to deal with her hunger issues, you have to deal with the specters here.
>Grab any snack from the pantry that you can eat, and tell Vera to wait for tomorrow if she wants a real meal. Then go to sleep.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5787239
>>Cook something for Vera. You’re bad at cooking, but you can follow instructions. With the power of the internet that’s all you need. There must be stuff in the tiny fridge here, right?
it is pretty consistent that we cook for EVERYONE.

>>5787244
Do what the damn recipe says. Do what the damn video shows. It's not hard.

>>5787239
>Cook something for Vera. You’re bad at cooking, but you can follow instructions. With the power of the internet that’s all you need. There must be stuff in the tiny fridge here, right?

>>5787239
>Cook something for Vera. You’re bad at cooking, but you can follow instructions. With the power of the internet that’s all you need. There must be stuff in the tiny fridge here, right?
Forgot to vote

>>5787239
>>Cook something for Vera. You’re bad at cooking, but you can follow instructions. With the power of the internet that’s all you need. There must be stuff in the tiny fridge here, right?
Include cheese. Rats LOVE cheese

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“There’s food in the mini-fridge.” You’ll have to pay if you want to take anything out though. There’s a pantry with more ingredients as well. “You want me to cook something?” You didn’t eat dinner either, only some chips.

“What can you cook, hmm?” Vera is interested in the menu.

“I don’t know. Whatever we have the ingredients for.” You look into the fridge and there’s nothing out of the ordinary.

“Surprise me then.” Vera wants to see what you got.

“Any allergies?” You'd be disappointed if you learn that the rat girl is lactose intolerant.

“Only to ineptitude.” Vera is trying to have a laugh. You’re glad she’s in a decent mood after what she went through. “Cook something! I’m not picky, I swear! You can’t let this pretty face suffer another minute more than necessary. The clock is ticking! And it goes slow when your stomach is empty.”

“I need a moment to look up what I can do.” With your phone in hand, you look up some recipes.

“I thought you knew how to cook…” Vera is losing faith in you.

“It’s following instructions, how difficult can it be?” You dismiss her worries.

“Promise me it will be good.” Vera crosses her arms.

“What?” You get a little annoyed.

“I said promise me it will be good.” The rat girl reiterates. “I’ll believe you if you do.”

“...I’ll do my best.” You adjust your glasses.

“That’s NOT a promise.” Vera pouts. “Be more confident!”

“Fine, I’ll do it if you promise that you will like it.” You won’t be beaten in a battle of wits, even if at level 1 Knowledge you’re virtually unarmed.

Vera gets annoyed but before she can say a word back, her stomach growls for attention…

“Please, Johnny, start… I can’t cook like this…” Vera will go along with whatever, promises be damned.

“Just give me a few minutes.” You’ll do what you can, with what you have.

Since you arbitrarily decided to go for a theme, you make Parmesan Noodles. It has all the relevant ingredients from the night, like cheese, noodles, and butter! And to top it off, it was quick and easy to make. You two ate it all, proving how hungry you were.

“How was it?” You ask since the entire meal was eaten in silence.

“I will never doubt your best ever again. That’s two out of two. You just need to start sounding more confident in yourself!” Vera has you in the highest of regards.

“Thanks.” You don’t know what else to say. You mentioned doing your best before bringing her down the stairs, you didn’t think it would stick. “I knew putting in the cheese was a good idea.”

“Why?” A cheerful Vera wants to know your thought process!

Don’t say it’s because she’s a rat. Don’t say it’s because she’s a rat. Don’t say it’s because she’s a rat.

>>5788474


How do you respond?

>“Because you’re a rat.” Keep on smiling.
>“There’s no reason.” Be expressionless.
>Write In.

What now?

>Ask Vera if she trusts you now. Establish a friendship.
>Question Vera’s relationship with her aunt. They don’t sound close. She was kidnapped for another reason.
>Tell Vera that it’s better if you two go to sleep now.
>Write In.

>>5788476
>>“Because you’re a rat.” Keep on smiling.
>Ask Vera if she trusts you now. Establish a friendship.
>Question Vera’s relationship with her aunt. They don’t sound close. She was kidnapped for another reason.

>>5788476
>>“Because you’re a rat.” Keep on smiling.
>Question Vera’s relationship with her aunt. They don’t sound close. She was kidnapped for another reason.

>>5788476
>“Because you’re a rat.” Keep on smiling.
>Question Vera’s relationship with her aunt. They don’t sound close. She was kidnapped for another reason.

>>5788477
seconding

>>5788483
>>5788477
I'll change to this if there's a tie.

>>5788476
>“Because you’re a rat.” Keep on smiling.
>Ask Vera if she trusts you now. Establish a friendship.

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“Because you’re a rat.” You keep on smiling. Why did you let your intrusive thoughts win? Is this going to be a trend? You don’t want it to be a trend. But to be fair, she has powerful rat qualities, like the squeaking and her love for cheese. You’ll let her know. “And rats love cheese.”

“...What? Did you just call me a rat...?” Vera is bewildered in a way that forces her to open her eyes wide out of reflex. Her peepers are… uncommon for lack of a better word. They look faded, if that makes sense. She immediately covers them with both hands. “Y-You didn’t hear a squeak! I mean, see a squeak! I mean, YOU DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!”

“Yes, Madam Rat.” You agree to not cause trouble.

“CUT IT OUT! D-Don’t call me a RAT!!!” Vera squeaks in desperation! She was ready to have a wholesome moment, now she’s losing her mind.

“Fine…” You’re disappointed. Even if she hates it, you’re going to keep mentally calling her a rat and there’s nothing she can do about it. Nothing. “No more cheese then.”

“You’re extrapolating the issue.” Vera gets serious for a moment.

“Rat.” You cough.

“I’M NOT.” Vera starts bouncing in her wheelchair out of sheer frustration.

“One of those two things you have to give, just saying.” You’re tough but fair.

“Is this rat thing payback for the way I’m treating you?” Vera knows she’s a little impolite. “I don’t want to be presumptuous. It’s just the way I come off! I’m working on it, everyone is too sensitive.” Vera places her hands on her thighs. “Just don’t hate ME. I am really filled with gratitude for all that you’ve done for me. You saved me. You really saved me.”

“You trust me then?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, absolutely!!! Don’t take it for granted, you hear me?! You have to stick with me! If you break my heart, I’m gonna cry for hours and hours nonstop!” Vera is not joking.

“Okay.” You know she’s not bluffing.

“Then I’m gonna kill myself before those bastards do!” Vera says something you wish she was bluffing about.

“D-Don’t say that. I didn’t go through the trouble of all this for you to do something like that.” You lost money, sleep, and a little bit of your sanity.

“Why did you though?” Vera wants to know.

“I heard you crying from outside, you looked helpless when I came in, and, uh, yeah, that’s it.” You’re a simple man.

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>>5789355

“You’re too kind! You did this out of the kindness of your heart. Phrase it correctly, Noodle brain!!! You’re a good man I can trust!!!” Vera gets upset every time you seemingly try to downplay your actions. “Why are you asking me if I trust you? You don’t think I do? I’ve been candid this entire time! Honest to a fault. You know that.”

“I wanted to make sure we were on the same page.” You scratch the back of your head.

“You want to ask me something? I’ll be as open with you as humanly possible!” Vera wants to keep relying on you no matter what.

“There’s something bugging me. Are you really close enough with your aunt for these baddies to want to kidnap you?” You don’t think they’re close. “I feel like you were kidnapped for another reason.”

“I admit that it might be a stretch since I haven’t seen my great aunt in years. But can you blame me? I can’t imagine why else.” Vera is out of ideas.

“Is there anything else you can think of?” You ask her to try to jog her memory.

“There’s something else…” Primavera opens her glassy eyes. “Before I tell you, please, promise me that you will never ever tell anyone in the entire world about what I’m gonna say. You hear me? No one! NO ONE!”

You feel an enormous otherworldly presence manifesting around you… Something your sister would call an upset tummy.

How do you respond?

>“I promise.” This promise is not going to backfire on you in any way.
>“Don’t be a rat. Just tell me or I can’t help.” Be realistic.
>“I thought you trusted me...” Act hurt.
>Write In.

>>5789356
>>“Don’t be a rat. Just tell me or I can’t help.” Be realistic.

>>5789356
>>“Don’t be a rat. Just tell me or I can’t help.” Be realistic.

>>5789356
>“Don’t be a rat. Just tell me or I can’t help.” Be realistic.

>>5789356
>>“Don’t be a rat. Just tell me or I can’t help.” Be realistic.

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“Don’t be a rat.” You feel like this is unnecessary of her. “Just tell me or I can’t help.”

“I told you that I’m NOT a RAT!” Vera starts bouncing again like an anxious rodent waiting for her cheese. “Why can’t you promise? How can I hold you responsible otherwise?!”

“You don’t. But you know I’ll do my best to help.” You adjust your glasses. This is not going to convince her, but it’s the first thing you came up with.

“F-Fine. But first, you need to believe in magic. Magic is real in this world.”

“Like the power of friendship?” You wonder. Not like you have friends to draw energy from.

“No! That isn’t real!” Vera shakes her head. “I mean… magic.”

Vera makes a shimmering phone appear from thin air. She’s expecting a reaction.

“...Why didn’t you call someone to help you?” You wonder if she’s stupid.

“N-No, it’s not an actual phone! It’s a magical gadget.” Vera is really trying hard to show you how cool her thing is.

“It’s useless junk if you can’t call anyone.” You point out.

“It’s NOT a phone, it does something different!!!” Vera plays with her piece of junk phone… “Behold!”

Two holograms appear, one of each one of you, they’re repeating your moves from when you were cooking, but with no items in hand; heck, Vera’s is just standing in the air, no wheelchair.

“Wait… you’re the one who is haunting the apartment?” You realize! The clues are all here.

“NO! It’s my first time here! Be quiet and pay attention to what I’m doing.” Vera doesn’t like how much you question things. “When I introduce a date and time into my magical gadget—”

“Phone.” You rudely interrupt.

“F-Fine! It’s a magical phone!” Vera will go along as long as you cooperate. “When I introduce a date and time into my magical phone, within a radius around it, it will recreate what happened at the moment inputted. Now, come closer. Like, stand next to me.”

“Okay.” You stand behind her, like if you were pushing her wheelchair.

“Closer! At my eye level, you need to see through the screen.” Vera demands. You kneel over a little. “Closer.” Vera isn’t satisfied. You hunch more. “Have your face next to mine.” The wheelchair rat will never be satisfied. You do as she tells you. She rubs her face against your cheek. “Now, what do you see?”

“Hey, they don’t look like holograms! And I have my frying pan now. And you have your wheelchair!” You find this fascinating. “Your witchcraft is neat!”

“Thank you, thank you. It’s about time you recognize it.” Vera is happy for a moment.

“So where’s the sound?” You ask. You don’t see any buttons on the phone.

“There is none.” Vera clarifies.

“Oh…” Yeah, it’s useless junk. You’re disappointed.

“D-Don’t be heartbroken.” Vera liked it more when you were excited.

>>5789525


“Then, you’re being chased for this phone?” You wonder why the kidnappers didn’t take it away.

“No, the phone is the manifestation of my magic. I’m the only one who can use it.” Vera explains. “But yes, in essence, you’re right! But, only I know that I have this ability. Nobody is supposed to know. Nobody should know. Except for you now.”

Now stuff is getting interesting… and dangerous; the biggest problem is, what the fuck can you do about it?

What do you do?

>“Any ideas as to who wants to take you away?” Narrow down the list.
>“Can your magic help with this haunted apartment?” You wanna get rid of the spirits.
>“Thank you for trusting me, Vera. Let’s go to sleep for the night, and plan what we will do tomorrow morning.” You need to recharge your batteries. It’s way too late.
>Write In.

>>5789528
>>“Thank you for trusting me, Vera. Let’s go to sleep for the night, and plan what we will do tomorrow morning.” You need to recharge your batteries. It’s way too late.
>give her the cat plush to keep her company

>>5789528
>>“Thank you for trusting me, Vera. Let’s go to sleep for the night, and plan what we will do tomorrow morning.” You need to recharge your batteries. It’s way too late.
>give her the cat plush to keep her company

>>5789528
>>“Thank you for trusting me, Vera. Let’s go to sleep for the night, and plan what we will do tomorrow morning.” You need to recharge your batteries. It’s way too late.
>give her the cat plush to keep her company

>>5789528
>“Thank you for trusting me, Vera. Let’s go to sleep for the night, and plan what we will do tomorrow morning.” You need to recharge your batteries. It’s way too late.
>give her the cat plush to keep her company

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“Thank you for trusting me, Vera.” You smile at the rat witch in a wheelchair. “It’s been a long day for both of us, so let’s go to sleep for the night, and plan what we will do tomorrow morning.”

“You want to go to sleep NOW? You should be wide awake after witnessing my incredible magic! Your entire reality has been shattered!” Vera doesn’t believe you could go straight to the bed after that.

“Vera, I can’t put into words the mixture of emotions I have, but beyond that, you are the one who is struggling to stay awake.” You scratch the back of your head. “You’re tired after all you went through, it was a lot, so let’s call it here for the night.”

“I’m not tired…” Vera is betrayed by the longest yawn you have ever heard in your life.

“I know this might terrify you, but here.” You hand over the cat plushy you won today. “This educated boy is going to keep you company.”

“It’s adorable. Why do you say that...?” Vera is very confused by your warning. “No, I got it now. Don’t say a word! DON’T SAY IT.” Vera is upset by the implication. “How did I not notice immediately? I hate being tired!”

“Then get comfy. Bed is all yours. I’ll see what I’ll do.” You need to build your own bed.

“What do you mean? The bed is big enough for both of us.” Vera doesn’t like what you’re implying… again. She manages to get off her wheelchair and onto the bed. “I won’t stand seeing my rescuer sleep on the ground. Come on, hop in.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You met a couple of hours ago...

“Then I’M sleeping on the ground. My new friend is all I need.” Vera starts approaching the edge of the bed.

“Vera, don’t be stupid.” You scold the rat girl like she’s your little sister.

“Oh? Am I? Rats sleep on the ground, don’t they?” Vera doesn’t care.

“I guess they do.” You take it back.

“NO, you’re supposed to be nicer now!!!” Vera expected you to continue being chivalrous. Now she doesn’t want to leave the bed.

“I’m kidding.” You chuckle. “If you are really comfortable with the idea, I guess we can go ahead…” You think this over. “How about a pillow fort in the middle?”

“All we need is my new friend.” Vera crawls to the top of the bed and leaves the cat in the middle. “Now hurry up! I’m really ti—”

Vera tucks inside and immediately falls asleep. You wish her good night and turn the light off…

…

…

You have no idea what time of day it is, but it is still dark. Under your own estimations, you must’ve slept a couple of hours tops. Now, as to the reason why you are awake, it’s pretty simple: You’re being haunted.

“Boo… I’m the spirit that haunts this apartment… Leave, you two, before my wrath falls upon you…” A female voice seems to come out of the blue. No ghosts in sight, but isn’t that kind of the point?

>>5789747

You recognize this voice, but you can’t say from who, but it’s fresh on your mind. Too fresh in fact...

Vera is basically a log. You’re on your own.

What do you do?

>“I’m trying to sleep, shut up.” Be a menace.
>Ignore the ghost. What can she do? Throw something onto the ground?
>Wake Vera up. She has magic, she can probably deal with the ghost.
>Try to record the ghost’s voice. Make sure it’s an actual specter.
>Write In.

>>5789750
>>“I’m trying to sleep, shut up.” Be a menace.
Hide under the sheets, they'll think we're one of them

>>5789750
>“I’m trying to sleep, shut up.” Be a menace.

>>5789750
>“I’m trying to sleep, shut up.” Be a menace.

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“I’m trying to sleep, shut up.” You’re sick and tired of everyone today trying to stop you from sleeping. Like, yeah, you just got 2 hours of sleep like you ate dinner with those chips! It’s barely enough to keep you alive and that’s it. You need better, and you’re going to get it.

“Your defiance will only cause more suffering to you and those who you hold dear...” The ghostly presence cares little about your needs.

“Whatever. Just be quiet.” You turn around and accommodate your pillow.

“Heed my warning, mortal. This place will forever belong to us. You are not welcome...” The specter from another plane demands you to leave.

“Then…” You hide under the sheets. “I’m one of you now… And it’s my turn on the bed, so leave…” You mock it.

“Fine...” The spirit moves on to her next victim. “You, the cripple, wake up and leave this place...”

Oh for fuck’s sake, she’s trying to wake Vera now! What an asshole!

What do you do?

>“Get the hell out of here.” Demand the spirit to leave. You’re not going to play nice.
>“She’s my friend, leave her alone.” Argue with the ghost like this is some legal case.
>“You should go scare someone else. Like the receptionist.” Lead the specter somewhere else.
>There’s no way she’ll wake Vera up. So, just try to ignore her.
>Write In.

>>5789776
>>“You should go scare someone else. Like the receptionist.” Lead the specter somewhere else.

>>5789776
>“She’s my friend, leave her alone.” Argue with the ghost like this is some legal case.
Did someone say Ace Attorney?

>>5789776
>“She’s my friend, leave her alone.” Argue with the ghost like this is some legal case.

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“She’s my friend, leave her alone.” You’re going to defend her!

“She’s not from the realm of the dead, she’s not welcomed here...” The ghost argues.

“I invited her here. That counts for something.” You argue.

“It does not...” The phantasm ignores it.

“What do you mean? I rented the room AND I’m a ghost. My opinion is the most relevant here.” You frown under the sheets. That, in ghost language, means you’re angry.

“I’ve been haunting this place for decades, I have seniority...” The old ghost retorts.

“Don’t give me that. If you actually cared about this place, you would’ve haunted us earlier.” You don’t think she cares.

“I chase people out at their weakest...” The Soul says.

“Like a lazy bum.” You say back.

“What do you know about hard work...?” The ghost sounds offended.

“I paid for this room, you broke-ass ghost. Now get out of here, and leave my buddy alone!” You show her!

“No… She must pay for intruding…” Ghost isn’t even trying to argue.

“I paid for her.” You don’t have any debts.

“Not with money, but with her soul for deciding to stay… That’s the price… Leave or die...” The ghost acts ominous.

“You act like this was on the terms and services before renting.” You didn’t sign up for this shit.

“You all have been warned about our presence...” The evil spirit reminds you.

“By who?” You play dumb.

“The hardworking woman in charge…” The ghost sounds unimpressed, almost offended that you forgot about the receptionist.

“You mean the receptionist? Please, she’s coasting on the job.” You sneer.

“That’s your opinion...” The ghost dismisses you.

“She was half-asleep.” You add.

“It’s a taxing job…” The specter argues.

“She didn’t remember why this place is haunted.”

“Happens to the best of us...” The otherworldly being is very lenient.

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>>5789817

“Excuses!” You can’t believe this fraud of a ghost.

“You’re being too hard on her, I bet you have never held a real job, and—” The ghost gets into a coughing fit.

Wait a minute... Ghosts don’t cough! Wait another minute… you know why this voice is so familiar, that’s the receptionist’s voice! This place isn’t haunted, this is a prank. No wonder she’s so defensive about the girl’s job! It’s HER job!

What do you do?!

>Look around for the source of the voice. There must be some kind of speaker you can turn off.
>“For my friend, I’ll fist-fight any stupid ghost if I have to! Bring your worst!” Be really tough knowing that she’s bluffing.
>“What? You have a crush on her? She’s really cute, but that doesn’t mean you have a chance.” Act confusing.
>“I know it’s you, lady. If you don’t stop, I’m going to sue.” Prepare to take actual legal action.
>“If you hurt my friend, I’m going to hurt that receptionist with the meanest of pranks!” Threaten.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day! We continue tomorrow!)

>>5789820
>>“If you hurt my friend, I’m going to hurt that receptionist with the meanest of pranks!” Threaten.

>>5789820
>Double down on receptionist's insults.Yes, that's mean, but so is a lack of sleep.

>>5789820
>Double down on receptionist's insults.Yes, that's mean, but so is a lack of sleep.
>“What? You have a crush on her? She’s really cute, but that doesn’t mean you have a chance.” Act confusing.
Rudeness plus airheaded plus imply she's a faggot. Play old Johnny exactly like he is

>>5789820
>>“If you hurt my friend, I’m going to hurt that receptionist with the meanest of pranks!” Threaten.
I want pranks.

>>5789984
This

>>5789820
>“If you hurt my friend, I’m going to hurt that receptionist with the meanest of pranks!” Threaten.

>>5789984
That isnt really how old Johnny acted since he never once assumed someone was gay before as far as I recall

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“If you hurt my friend, I’m going to hurt that receptionist with the meanest of pranks!” You threaten the supposed spirit with a bad time.

“You delusional child, you have little idea who you are messing with, if you want to challenge the most prolific prankster alive, be my guest.” The ghost gets cocky. “But be warned, when you fail, the punishment your friend will face will increase tenfold! Death will be too good for her.”

“You asked for this.” You raise your fist in anger.

Wait, is the ghost leaving you alone? You don’t have to do the prank if that’s the case. What a victory!

“You have 5 minutes to prepare before I return to cause more anguish to those who inhabit this room. Use your time wisely...” The spirit cackles as she goes. Guess you didn’t outsmart her all that much.

Now you have to prank that receptionist… Is it even a prank if she knows it’s coming?

“What was all that...?” Vera is awake, she sounds a little drowsy.

“You were awake?” You didn’t even notice! Well, it’s hard to realize when a sheet is on your face.

“You were shouting, what was I supposed to do?” Vera gets snarky.

“Keep on sleeping like a good girl. I have everything under control.” You retort even if it isn’t necessary. The Rat girl is annoyed by your response.

“Do you actually?” Vera wants to know if you need her help.

What do you do?

>The Prank will consist of using Vera’s ability to bring holograms of the past to act as ghosts in front of the receptionist! She’ll lose her mind!
>Get some bait (cheese), and a bucket. You’ll lure the receptionist into a room with cheese, then the bucket of water resting on the door will fall on her head!
>Cut the power out of the entire building and pretend it’s a prank.
>Dress yourself as a ghost, sneak behind the receptionist, and scare her!
>Actually, take this time to find whatever this prankster is using to relay her message inside the room, and turn it off. No pranks are needed.
>Write In.

>>5790964
>>Actually, take this time to find whatever this prankster is using to relay her message inside the room, and turn it off. No pranks are needed.

>>5790964
>>The Prank will consist of using Vera’s ability to bring holograms of the past to act as ghosts in front of the receptionist! She’ll lose her mind!

>>5790964
>>Actually, take this time to find whatever this prankster is using to relay her message inside the room, and turn it off. No pranks are needed.

>>5790964
>Actually, take this time to find whatever this prankster is using to relay her message inside the room, and turn it off. No pranks are needed.
When are we going to fuck Vera?

>>5790964
>>Dress yourself as a ghost, sneak behind the receptionist, and scare her!

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“Yes, now that the receptionist is busy preparing for my prank, I only need to find her speaker in here and turn it off.” You escape your ghost cocoon.

“It isn’t a real ghost, huh?” Vera is accepting of the idea of being haunted for real.

“Do ghosts actually exist?” This is one of those questions you don’t want the answer for but ask anyway because you’re a troublemaker.

“I don’t think it’s the appropriate time to have this discussion.” Vera gets comfier, giving you the back.

“The uncertainty is going to keep me awake.” You point out as you walk around looking for the gadget used to prank you.

“If it’s for health, I’ll tell you. Ghosts exist, but not in the way you think they do.” Vera makes eye contact with you to show she’s being honest.

“Do they fall under the same umbrella as your magic?” You ask more.

“Yes, they do. I get my magic from one, we call them Boogie oogies.” Vera explains further.

“No.” You cut in.

“N-No? No what?” Vera doesn’t understand why you interrupted her.

“Call them something else.” You frown.

“Is this really important to you?” Vera wants to understand the complexity of your character.

“If we don’t establish a decent name early on, we’re gonna get stuck with this silly name.” Like your sister’s. You think it’s a dumb name.

“How about demons?” Vera suggests.

“Are they evil?” You can’t call an angel a demon… it makes no sense!

“No, mine is very agreeable. But they’re fighting to see who rules their world, so I can’t imagine it being any other place than hell.” Vera holds the cat plushy.

“They’re fighting among themselves?” You want to know more!

“I’ll explain tomorrow if you want, but you’ll have to team up with me for the long haul if you really want to know. You hear me? Anyway, did you find the speaker?” Vera wants to go back to sleep.

“Yeah, it was under the rug. I’ll pull the plug.” You pull the cables from this boxy speaking device and put them back in the hole. To think you were stepping on them this whole time is kind of surreal. Not magic and ghost type of surreal, but it gives you an icky feeling. “I think we’ll be good. Now return to slumber, my cute little mousy.”

“I… FINE! Good night again, Noodle man.” Vera rolls over with great intention.

You join her side after turning off the lights once again and go back to sleep…

…

It’s Tuesday morning, April 18th. If this was a normal day, you’d be preparing for school, but it’s not. You’re in some motel that you found, sleeping next to a rat, and listening to someone furiously beating down on this room’s door.

“Hey! Hey! HEY!” That’s the receptionist, yelling at you to hurry up to open the door.

…

>>5791120

What do you do?

>Open the door, see what she wants.
>You’re not going to stay here any longer. Escape with Vera through an emergency exit.
>Ignore her, and talk to Vera about what you’re planning next.
>Write In.

>>5791123
>>Ignore her, and talk to Vera about what you’re planning next.

>>5791123
>>Write In.
" Oh no, I think I just heard a ghost. I guess I better lock the door and escape out the window. Oh woe is me, the ghost is after me." open the window and make it sound like we're escaping.

>>5791125
>>5791134
Can we combine these two? Like, say that and then still talk with Vera?

>>5791136
You want to leave first, then talk. Or say that, talk, then leave?

>>5791142
Say it, then talk, then leave

>>5791145
I can support this too.

>>5791145
>>5791134
>>5791136
+1

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“Oh no, I think I just heard a ghost. I guess I better lock the door and escape out the window.” You shout as you stand up to lock the door. “Oh woe is me, the ghost is after me.” Now you pretend to open the window and make it sound like you’re escaping.

Immediately, and you mean IMMEDIATELY, you hear whoever was knocking on the door rush the hell out of here. That was an angry ghost receptionist willing to cross through the sea to have her vindictive encounter with you.

“How stupid can she be?” Vera sits on the bed and stretches her arms, disillusioned by the dummy at the door.

“Morning, Vera. You owe me a story.” You raise an eyebrow. You need those juicy details.

“Can we get breakfast first?” Vera is really hungry, she manages to get off the bed and into the wheelchair on her own.

“If you don’t mind a repetition of yesterday.” You shrug. You gotta go with what’s proven. Vera doesn’t mind this choice at all.

As you two ate, you popped the question again to know what context is missing. And it’s a lot. An inter-dimensional fight to decide who the king of the demons is. They decided to settle it in our world, and are fighting for the pieces of an Old Crown of sorts. The one who holds all the parts will rule the world. They’re using humans as proxies since these demons are unable to materialize here without your energy. They make a pact with their human host at night through dreams and promise them a wish for their help if they win, whatever wish they see fit.

“You should’ve told me this sooner.” You feel like this would’ve helped so much to understand what’s going on.

“I had to ease you into this or you wouldn’t have believed me!” For all her many faults, Vera thought about this one correctly. Probably. You can be reckless at times.

“Do I want one of them?” You think it might be neat to have one, merely as self-defense though.

“No. You don’t! It’s dangerous!!! They’re actual demons! Mnemosyne, the one I got, is the nicest! But who can tell what yours could be?!” Vera shakes her head. “Whatever you do, tell them NO!”

“Then how am I supposed to protect you?” You don’t feel like you have much of a choice.

“I wish I knew…” Vera looks stressed.

“We’ll figure it out.” You reassure.

...And it has to be now. Sadly, you’re on a timer.

What do you do?

>Take Vera to her home. Like, what else can you do?
>Ask Vera who could be interested in chasing after her who is related to this whole magic fiasco.
>Ask Vera if she knows someone who can help.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5791260
>>Ask Vera who could be interested in chasing after her who is related to this whole magic fiasco.
>>Ask Vera if she knows someone who can help.

>>5791263
+1

>>5791263
+1

I am amazed that this Quest is still ongoing

>>5791923
You a lurker?

>>5791923
And if QM's fortune holds, it'll keep going until the quest concludes. This might be the longest running drawquest still alive on /qst/

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“Vera, who could be interested in chasing after you?” You need to know her possible enemies. “Like, there has to be someone with magic powers interested, or you wouldn’t have mentioned them.”

“You’re quick to catch these things, huh?” Vera is somewhat surprised. You feel a little insulted, but you’ll let it slide. “Let me explain, after making a pact with a demon, they manifest as a Will-O-Wisp on your body only visible to oneself, an Ignis fatuus, if you will; I read online that there are people out there with the ability to see them, I can’t rule out the chance someone spotted mine and decided to target me.”

“Ignis fatuus? I swear to god, you’re terrible at naming things.” You think she probably thinks your sister’s name is decent, or even worse: that Jonathan is

“I DIDN’T COME UP WITH IT!!!” Vera gets annoyed.

“You think someone is chasing after random magic users?” You return to important matters.

“Don’t change subjects so abruptly!!! But no, I find it hard to believe that they would’ve locked me in a room like that if they knew. Most demons are capable of breaking down doors. Not mine though. But a hired thug? He wouldn’t have put much thought into locking up a beautiful girl in a wheelchair there.” Vera has a decent argument.

“What if the room has something that blocks magic? Did you even try?” You ask.

“I saw no point.” Vera shakes her head. You’re missing a clue then.

“Does the name Sewel Scott ring any bells? He’s a mafia muscle and might be related to what happened to you.” You need to throw people out.

“What? No. Where did you hear about him?” Vera has no idea who you are talking about. Is this Scott guy a red herring?

“From some random journalist outside the building. He asked me to check the room you were locked in, and I politely declined but went in on my own after hearing you crying.” You retell your story with more details.

“What journalist guy? How did he know I was there?” Vera is now the one asking questions.

“A guy named Wessam Carpetier, and I don’t think he knew about you, or else he probably would’ve helped you.” You don’t think that guy is involved.

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>>5792220


“What makes you say that? Journalists are vultures feasting on people’s misfortunes. Your involvement would’ve made a better story or something idiotic like that. Anyway, he knows something juicy!” Vera knows you found the missing clue.

“Before we follow this thread, I want to know if there’s anyone else who can help you.” You need as much help as possible.

“We don’t have to waste our time on that now!” Vera is impatient.

“Answer my question first, we need all the help we can get.” You point out that you’re not exactly out of danger.

“I was captured under custody, I don’t know if we can rely on the people I know. They don’t want me near them anyway. I guess I have a friend who doesn’t hate me who has a vehicle…” Vera says it like it’s a normal thing, almost unperturbed. “Them aside, I read online about a group of magic users who are openly helping one another… I don’t know if they’re trustworthy, but I’m running out of options.”

“What can you tell me about them?” You’ll help to judge people. You love judging people you don’t know.

“The place they met.” Vera keeps it short. “I saw them with my phone.” She shows you a picture of a strange group of people, only 3 are clearly visible from this angle.

Hey, an actual decision to make. And a tough one to boot...

What do you do?

>Contact this Wessam guy. His information might be online. Follow this trail.
>Contact Vera’s shitty friend. More people on the team is good!
>Take Vera to the friendly magic users meeting spot. Secure her safety.
>Ask Vera who she suspects could be the person who saw her demon. Eliminate the danger.
>Write In.

>>5792221
>>Contact this Wessam guy. His information might be online. Follow this trail.

>>5792221
>Contact this Wessam guy. His information might be online. Follow this trail.

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“Now we can follow the journalist thread that you want.” You’ll look for this Wessam guy on your phone. If the guy didn’t lie to you, his contact information could be online, right?

…

“There’s nothing…” You’re gobsmacked. No results. None. He’s a ghost. An actual ghost. Or a dirty liar… You wonder what the meaning of this is.

“You wrote Wesley Carpet.” Vera glares at you.

“S-Stupid auto-correct.” You retype with your noodle fingers. “Here we go.”

Vera takes your phone from your hands. “He’s a journalist from the Lokyo Observer, and published some best sellers all about dispelling the lies of the dictatorship. You met a pretty famous guy, huh? You’re meeting many important people in a row. Him, me…” Vera has run out of people.

“I guess I did.” You confirm his identity with the photo. “He said he was looking into a case that is going to blow everyone’s minds.” If a guy who writes these kinds of books says he’s working on something big, it must be ginormous...

“I mean we are involved.” Vera gets cheeky.

“This guy must be really busy.” You got his number, but you don’t know if he’ll answer…

“Journalists are salaried gossip ladies. Of course, he’s not.” Vera has a lot of disdain for that line of work.

“I’ll give him a call.” You grab back your phone and dial the number.

…

…

Takes some time, but you get something!

“I’m not going to pretend to be your secretary again, Carpetier.” An annoyed young lady complains.

“Come on, Genesis, I’m your boss. Do the funny.” That’s totally the Journalist’s voice.

“You don’t pay me for this, if you don’t want me to take legal action, you better handle your own affairs!” The young lady says.

“Ehem. Wessam Carpetier speaking, what’s your deal?” The fraudster acts like a professional.

How do you respond?

>“Hey, I’m the kid from yesterday. I ended up opening the room and all I found was a rat.” Act casual.
>“Hello, I’m the kid from yesterday. I think I learned something you might be interested in.” Act polite.
>“Hey, I want you to explain yourself. How is the Sewel Scott guy connected to the locked apartment?” Get straight to the point without giving context. If he’s a professional, he’ll quickly put things together.
>Write In.

>>5792291
>>“Hello, I’m the kid from yesterday. I think I learned something you might be interested in.” Act polite.
Get him interested in exchanging info with us

>>5792295
+1

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“Hello, I’m the kid from yesterday. I think I learned something you might be interested in.” You act politely. Being on an adventure has made you more energetic than usual, so it’s good for you to tone yourself a bit down here.

“Hey, kid. What do you got for me?” It sounds like Wessam is grabbing some pen and paper. “Before we go into that, I didn’t hand you my card, right? How did you find my number?”

“From your website?” You don’t think it is hidden.

“I told the others the website was a worthy investment.” Wessam feels vindicated, he seems to direct this message to whoever is next to him. You hear some mumbling from the young lady about using social media more effectively and ditching the site. “Sorry about that, kid. I’m all ears now.”

“Are you willing to exchange information?” You ask explicitly.

“Wasn’t keeping secrets yesterday, I won’t be keeping them now. What do you have?” Wessam sounds like a naturally curious guy.

“I learned stuff about that room you wanted me to look into.” You leave some crumbs for him to feast.

“You broke in?” Wessam drops the energetic facade to get serious.

“I got inside. Can you answer me some questions first, please?” You ask.

“Shoot. If it’s about what you found, we will both get our answers.” Wessam is ready for your inquiries.

While this guy doesn’t sound dangerous, there’s a part of you that wants to be careful with what you share, mainly to not upset Vera for divulging more than necessary.

What do you do?

>Ask more about Sewel Scott and what Wessam is investigating about him.
>Say you found a kidnapped girl, and ask how it ties in with what Wessam is investigating.
>Ask about where Wessam got the key.
>Tell him about Vera, and ask Wessam who would be willing to kidnap her. No need to beat around the bush.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5792408
>Say you found a kidnapped girl, and ask how it ties in with what Wessam is investigating.
Courage 1 Knowledge 1 No Problem

>>5792408
>>Say you found a kidnapped girl, and ask how it ties in with what Wessam is investigating.

>>5792408
>>Write In.
say you heard a commotion in the room and afterwards you found a corpse in it, then describe Vera.
You went back to your room to calm yourself and came back to call someone the corpse was gone.
You thought he might be interested.

>>5792408
>>Say you found a kidnapped girl, and ask how it ties in with what Wessam is investigating.

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“Huh, I found a kidnapped girl, and I’m wondering how this ties in with what you’re investigating.” You make the first inquiry.

“A girl? How is she doing?” Wessam is worried. What a stand-up guy…

“She’s not in immediate danger.” Great job there, you sound like one of the kidnappers. “I mean, I helped her. She’s fine. Like, alive and thriving so far. Yeah.”

“Kid, years of experience tell me who I can trust and who I can’t. You’re fine. Just don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Wessam has the hunch you’re doing this for her. “Now as far as what you’re asking, I won’t dumb this down, I don’t have the time nor the brainpower to do so, now listen carefully.”

“I am.” You’re ready to do the careful thing.

“You haven’t forgotten about what I told you about Scott, right?” Wessam wants to make sure how far back he needs to explain.

“I remember.” You adjust your glasses for no discernible effect.

“Good. The rich family with ties to the underground I told you about? One of the big five, still figuring out which one. If you don’t know who the Big Five are, don’t worry, just know they’re rich enough to buy the entire country.” Wessam is spitting facts without a second thought. “But I know who they’re working with: the Rokyo Clan. Lokyo’s mob. Who also has ties with the Rokyo Clan? Our man, Sewel Scott. He’s the kind of guy who makes people disappear off the face of the earth without leaving a trace. And I’m afraid his pattern of actions is very similar to what this girl must’ve endured. He kidnaps them, drops them at this apartment building, then does the deed. But there’s a twist. He doesn’t kill them. No. He has gone against his orders for decades. What he actually does is set up a new identity for them and moves them out somewhere else.”

“Wait, are you telling me he was setting this girl up to… help her?” You didn’t see this coming. You actually fucked up.

“Kid, he’s not helping anyone, it’s either that or death.” Wessam doesn’t have the same impression. “That's the best case scenario, anyhow. And this charade couldn’t go on forever. A subsidiary family within the clan found out about this scam, and tried to take matters into their own hands. They set up an ambush yesterday, and… they mistook me for him, I guess we look alike in the dark of the night. I dropped my key when they started chasing after me, and the rest is history. I assume you used it.”

“I did… But how did you find out all of this in one night?” You think the reporter learned a lot in one night.

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>>5793641

“I beat up the two thugs who chased after me, and made them spill their guts out. I don’t look like it, but I can throw a mean jab.” Wessam has a good chuckle. A reporter thug fighting thugs. The hero this country needs…

“Does that mean that the kidnapped girl will be fine?” You wonder.
“Kid, use your brain, she’s anything but fine, there’s someone who wants her gone.” Wessam can’t believe your logic went there. “I bet there’s a powerful reason Scott didn’t show his face after. Danger is lurking.”

“W-What can we do?” You need to find a way to keep Vera safe for good!

“Find whoever gave the order. The only man who knows where the hit comes from is Scott himself.” Wessam gives a direction that you aren’t sure you can take. “He only takes jobs from the former leader of the Rokyo Clan, who disappeared without a trace, and a rather small clan that’s known as the arbiter among the many other clans in the entire country. I thought the rich family was in direct contact with him, but I was mistaken, so you can drop them from the list of suspects. Now, the Rokyo itself is struggling without a successor, and its many limbs are working on their own, so you can count them out too, they’re Scott’s problem anyway.”

“But I need to know where this Sewel Scott guy is to find out who did it.” You point out.

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>>5793643


“No. We don’t.” Vera has been paying attention the entire time. Your phone is pretty loud. “Ask him where and when Sewel Scott meets with his clients. We’ll use my ability to find out.”

“Nice thinking.” You put your phone on your chest. “But do you think he knows all that?”

“He says he knows my kidnapper’s methods, so he might!” Vera wants you to ask anyway. There’s no reason not to, so here you go.

You ask Wessam all of that...

“I’ve been having someone following him for a while. Let me look at my notes…” Wessam is sure he has something. “Not sure how much this will help, my source couldn’t figure out who Sewel was meeting with. Place wasn’t friendly for our antics. But here you go…”

Wessam gives you a time and a date for Sewel’s only unusual meeting that fits the time frame of Vera’s kidnapping…

Your next stop is going to (likely) be a nearby restaurant called ‘Bullseye’...

Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! See you next time, and thanks for playing!

>>5793645
Thanks for running! It feels nice going back to our roots!

>>5793645
Thanks for running! It's always a great time!

>>5793645
Thanks for running!