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>>683758
The figure has disappeared into the night, and you’re feeling somewhat tired yourself after that ordeal. You start moving towards Kakariko, going over what your plans are mentally.

The Shadow Temple is your next goal. Impa said she was going there for a reason. With any luck, you will find her again there. That... Sheikah following you might mean there’s more involved here than first seems. In any case to head there immediately might not be the best idea, all things considered.

You could stay in town, you know a few people there, and rest up for the following day. Maybe Madas’ place, you could rest up there, then get stocked up on supplies in the morning. Compare notes if he’s willing to discuss things.

At the same time... you find yourself reaching for your house key. Home. The place you’ve thought of as it for years now, at least. It might not hurt to return there for the night and get some real rest, sleep in your own bed again.

>A. You will be fine, head to the Shadow Temple
>B. Get some rest at Kakariko, maybe go to Madas’ place
>C. Find an Inn at Kakariko and sleep there for the night
>D. You know what? Might as well spend the night at home
>E. Something else?

>>683765
>B. Get some rest at Kakariko, maybe go to Madas’ place

>>683765

D. You know what? Might as well spend the night at home

Let's get a good night's sleep then tomorrow we can go shopping and stock up before we head to our next destination. We have two empty bottles so a Red Potion or two couldn't hurt. Plus didn't we want to see if Viol still has that discounted Hookshot?

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You throw the towel in the hamper after drying your hair and crash in a massaging recliner. Vibrating chairs are another service offered by the gym. Francis is already here, sipping on a bright red cocktail, and Orianne, Selene and Natsumi are just stepping out of the changing room to join you.

A hot shower, a relaxing chair and whatever drinks you can smuggle into the base while the Commander is busy. It's not a bad way to relax after a stressful mission.

Everyone else sits down and you all just stare at the floor, not knowing what to say.

"So." Francis breaks the silence in between two sips of his straw. "That happened. And now it's over."

"Three down, four left," you say. "The others shouldn't be as disturbing. Except maybe Andhaka, I guess."

Sure, the demon lords all like excess, but what are the odds that another one likes to stuff humans until they become morbidly obese and then bleed them dry to make wine?

Higher than you'd think, probably.

"Has there been any news about… treatment?" Selene asks.

"The Asklepian is active," Orianne says. "It shouldn't be too difficult to heal the people we rescued."

"And now that America and Africa are no longer under constant threat, it will be easier to move reinforcements," Natsumi adds. "We will have an advantage no matter where we go next."

Where you go next is either going to be Europe Lucifer, Balor or Arachne, or India for Andhaka.

- "Let's just relax while we can."
- "Have your Relics gotten stronger?"

>>683091
>- "Have your Relics gotten stronger?"

>>683091
> have you're relics gotten stronger?
Give our ribbon a belly rub and tell it it did a good job.

>>680819
>>707185953
Rerolling

>>707186011
This happens

>>680822
Aw shit, it was dubs. I remember though. WRAITH renames /r9k/ Nidus, and colonizes /b/ renaming it Rebus. They constructed a giant swastika monument on Nidus in remembrance and honor and mourning for /pol/ while also helping the Pollacks colonize Tumblr.

>>679202
Boy.

One who fucking refuses to let the wonders of humanity die from the heat of an expanding sun. This world is a gem in a sea of extreme loneliness. If anything remains of the Earth, you're going to save it.

>>680757
Sure.

>>679202
>Boy

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>>676443
The remaining moments of waiting away from the sidelines are truly excruciating. Realizing I did not even offer to help, I hurriedly busy myself with setting the table but even that provides only a brief distraction. I already know this kitchen from the times when Kerstin and Klemens' father have invited us over for dinner. I wonder when he'll do that again. He really has been away for a while now, hasn't he? I like Sunday School when Kerstin is teaching, and she definitely does her best, but she must really miss her papa a lot after all these weeks. Or is it months now? I kind of forgot how long it's been. Quite long, definitely. I wonder if something's gone wrong on his trip to-

"Bon appétit!" Camille cheerfully announces accompanied by the clatter of the ceramic plates sliding across the table, their contents of perfect red, yellow, and white immediately provoking an embarrassingly loud growl from my stomach. Even now the grease is gently dripping from the strips of bacon, merging with the white and gold egg below while on the side the puffy and soft pancakes-

"You're doing it again, Nadja."

Oops! Guess I should stop staring and actually try a bite of the meal before it goes cold. Now THAT would be a crime against the Gods! Even if it couldn't possibly be as good as-

..

..

"This is amazing!" It's exactly as good as I imagined. Maybe even better, somehow! "How did you learn to cook like this!?"

"Ha! You like it then?" Camille responds with far more composure that I could possibly muster right now. "I mostly taught myself, though. I mean obviously Mom taught me the basic stuff, but mostly I just really like cooking. Something like this is almost impossible to mess up, but still, glad you like it!"

"You cook a lot, then?" I do LIKE cooking, but it's also a lot of work and nothing I cook turns out this well!

"Mhm, sure." She says as she finishes chewing the latest bite. "Actually, I'm saving up money just for that. I want to have my own restaurant somewhere, but I still need-"

"A restaurant!? Like a magical restaurant?"

"Yeah?" She raises an eyebrow questioningly at my outburst. "It's not weird! You met Sylph, right? 'Elder' Sylph, I guess, at your initiation you know? She runs her own tea shop and it's not weird at all! Just because some old hags thinks they have the right to tell others what to do with their lives doesn't make it so!"

Uhh, is she still talking to me or someone else? She seems to realize the same, suddenly falling silent and awkwardly turning her attention back to the food. Maybe this is the right time to talk about the thing.

>2/3

>>676445
"So uhm, Camille, about that werewolf thing-"

"No!"

"Huh? No?"

"No work talk now! This is breakfast time, and when it's breakfast time you don't talk about work. Save it for later."

"Oh, uhh, okay? Then... Where's Kerstin and Klemens? They live here so how come-"

"I asked Kay-Kay to find somewhere else to stay while I finish my work here. Now, no more work talk!"

Eh? I know Camille was doing something for Kerstin and that was why she was staying here, but I didn't think that question was 'work talk'. She seems to insist on not talking about this, so I'll have to think of something else.

Luckily, there's plenty of other things I'd like to ask about. For one, it'd definitely be nice to know more about all this daemon business, and maybe to hear what she thinks about what I did yesterday. Did I really deserve to be punished like that? Camille may be young still, but she's not an apprentice anymore so she should definitely know something about this.

And something else that's been bugging me ever since the encounter with the daemon Vanda and how helpless she made me feel, is that I really don't know anything about fighting. Well, fighting like a witch that is. Shouldn't I learn that? Asking her to teach me something about that might be good too. I'll need to know if I want to protect people from bad things, after all. And if I get into trouble it'd be important too.

Lastly there's... Well, there's the thorn Vanda gave me. It can apparently reverse any transformation. Which means, it could make Amalia normal again, right? She would want that, right? But... But the cat ears are so cute! I don't want them to go away! But I should still... shouldn't I? It's the right thing to do! But... It'd be nice to hear what she thinks I should do.

>Please pick ONE of the below and optionally a write-in as well.

>Ask Camille what she knows about daemons.
>Ask Camille to teach me about how witches fight.
>Ask Camille what she thinks I should do about the Amalia situation.
>Something else? [Write-in!]

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>NEW THINGS: Nadja's Notebook has been updated with one or more new entries since the last thread. More details below.

>Nadja's Seniors:
>Mistress' current opinion: 25/100
>Lily's current opinion: 05/100
>Camille's current opinion: 10/100

>Seal: 85/100

>Nadja's Witchy Skills:
>Herbalism : Initiated (Potions and such!)
>Pencraft: Fledgling* (Hexes and wards!)
>Infusion: Uninitiated (Making things be magic / enchanting!)
>*Nadja has proven to be naturally talented at this set of skills. She learns more quickly and has a chance to intuitively understand this type of magic simply by looking at it.

>Communication:
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/FriendQM

>Archives:
>4plebs archive: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/search/subject/Witch%20Apprentice%20Quest/order/asc/
>Suptg archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=witch+apprentice+quest (Now updated to link to the /qst/ archive for obvious reasons)

>Resources:
>Nadja's Notebook is intended to serve as your reference material for witchy things and other stuff related to the quest. It's divided into the following categories:

>[UPDATED] 1. General Witchcraft: Intro to Nadja's Notebook as well as any witch-related topics outside of the three major arts will go here when Nadja learns about them: http://pastebin.com/FvemAzKN [UPDATED TO INCLUDE ENTRY ABOUT DAEMONS]
>2. Herbalism: Everything about herbs and how to use them to make potions. Also contains Nadja's notes about potions she has encountered but don't know how to make herself: http://pastebin.com/vMWeFhd0
>3. Pencraft (Yes I renamed it because I think it sounds cooler): Hexes and wards that Nadja knows of and how to make them: http://pastebin.com/BTUR8F94
>4. Infusion: The art of bestowing magical properties to items that otherwise had none. For example, the creation of wands or flying brooms. Pastebin will be added once Nadja actually learns about any of this.
>5. Nadja's Notes: Where Nadja writes her notes about various things, ESPECIALLY WHEN THE PLAYERS REQUEST THAT SOMETHING BE ADDED TO THE NOTEBOOK. You can even request to have old events added, so don't be afraid to ask: http://pastebin.com/76btWGte
>6. Characters: Nadja doesn't actually keep a written list of people she knows, but it seemed a list would be useful since a character could easily be absent from the quest for a month or more of real time, and it seemed more fun to write it in Nadja's voice even though she has no reason to ever write it. Anyway, you can find that here: http://pastebin.com/GbRsNuw3

>>676442
>"Let's hope he can keep up. I have a bad habit of either forcing people to improve or breaking them in the process. Sometimes a little of both."

>>676442
>Say nothing, and move on.

>>676442
>>"What kind of person is Lieutenant Haust?"
>>"Does he have any skills I should be aware of?"

>>673472
You look over the contents in your backpack, emptied of school supplies and now stuffed with your room's spare blanket and a few boxes of animal crackers. Your dad agreed to take you to the park today, though you didn't tell him why you wanted to go. You told him you were bringing some of your toys with you, as an excuse to carry your bag along.

“I still don't think you should hang around that girl.” Oscar grumbles behind you.

“She ran away from home Oscar, what else could I do?”'

“Tell dad and let the adults handle it.”

“They'll just take her back to her foster home then.”

“And? Since when is that our problem?”

You sigh, and turn around to see your three-headed companion lazing on the floor, one head lifted up to speak with you. “Oscar, why do you hate her so much? I mean, she overreacted when we saw her eating trash food, but that's over already.”

“I don't trust monsters, and I don't trust Weird even more. Besides, she smells awful.”

You shake your head, and turn back to your bag. Oscar was always like this, he was your best friend but sometimes he really was a big jerk. Your backpack still has some room in it if you wanted to bring something besides the blanket and crackers, was there something else you should bring?

>Yes, grab some (write-in)
>No, we're good to go.

>>673475
Spare clothes for Emma. Get some pants you don't like very much and one of Dad's gym shirts, or maybe that one you have with Gamma-man on it.

>>673562
this

Let the sadism commence

It's time.

After many days of travel, and two life-or-death situations, your team has finally finished its journey across the plains. The vast mountain range, within which lies the Northern Air Temple, is finally in sight.

And, sitting just before the mountains is the village you have been searching for.

The difference in the appearance of the village compared to how it was depicted on the map gets your attention immediately. On your map, it seemed little more than a tiny collection of small buildings, making your own village appear massive by comparison.

But, what you see here is an impressive-looking settlement boasting strong and sturdy looking structures, many of which appear to have been constructed only recently. The amount of people you see milling about also far exceeds your expectations, and you find yourself wondering just how up-to-date your own map was.

If the difference surprises the others, it doesn't seem to bother them. Mauya gives a relieved smile, clearly overjoyed to be back in some semblance of civilization.

"So, what do you say we stay here for a night or two?" the Waterbender suggests hopefully.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Lantana tells her. "There's no telling when that hunter will catch up with us again."

"Isn't that all the reason to stay here, then?" Mauya asks. "Safety in numbers?"

"The people here do not appear to be warriors," Sansha remarks, studying those that make their way around the village. "If we are forced to fight, they won't be of much help. Odds are they'll get in the way, and many of them will be hurt."

Lantana gives an agreeing nod. "Right. So, whatever we do, let's try not to stay for too long."

>A. You should see if there are any Airbenders around; one could fly you to the Temple

>B. Ask if she thinks bringing Pengsong into the village is a good idea

>C. Suggest just buying a few supplies, then moving out

>D. You agree with Mauya; you should stay for a night or two

>E. Something else

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The British have struck, and the British have struck hard. Armed with a host of planes, estimated to be well over 12.000, they reduced a quarter of Duseldorf to rubble, and the cities of Köln, Bochum and Bonn have all suffered similar fates. Reports are even coming in of a few planes dropping their payloads on Hamburg and Bremerhaven. One thing is clear: the British do not mean to be idle during this war.

This is DrJillStein of the Grone party.

I am furious with this war and mobilize transport and the army under the control of my liberal strongholds.

We send a message to the Nords that we will be immigrating there and taking all our possessions and population that wants to leave.

We will leave the moment the Nords tell us they accept us.

>>672873
Once again I apologize for being late. So this should have not happened. While I would like to dot the landscape with AA installments, that is not feasible. Instead, we must destroy their airforce like we destroyed their precious navy. Have whatever spies we may have in the country try to find out where a majority of the planes are coming from. Also, we must work on a reliable radar system so we do have a warning system. Also, for payback, we need to decide which city we are going to drop the nuke on

>>672149

At least it's all in good humour, a bit of harmless sparring. Neither of them is seriously trying to injure the other – although, admittedly, it's only the first day of the journey. There will be plenty of time for that later.

A cheering knot of soldiers and sailors have gathered around the pair of Hunters, their shouts drifting out across the ever-shifting fields of ice. The Majestic carves a path ahead of you, while the Ghoul skulks in the wake of your passing. Onwards, this lonesome caravan forges northwards, and every single soul on the deck knows what waits there. It's that knowledge that fuels the cheering, a desperate desire for escapism and entertainment. Silence is the enemy, for dark thoughts easily form during long moments of emptiness.

The cheering reaches a new peak as Ilse slips and falls to the cold metal of the deck, shrieking out mad laughter as Stukov jabs at her with the oar. When their struggles cease, so too does the riotous atmosphere, and the gathered soldiers slowly start to drift away. Their shared violence forgotten, Stukov sets his oar aside and offers Ilse his hand, helping her back up to her feet. Laughing and joking with each other, they amble below deck.

-

The Ogre's vast and cavernous cafeteria is busy, surging with crowds, and yet you've got plenty of empty seats at your table. It's not something that surprises you.

“Sort of feels like we should be eating out of dog bowls,” Stukov jokes, forcing a smile, “Don't you think?”

“I'm telling you, they don't have to put up with this kind of shit in the north,” Ilse shakes her head, “We'd be heroes to them, I was reading this book about it. It said-”

“Damn it, Ilse!” Hyde snaps, pointing his knife at her, “Why are you even here? You know we're going to kill the White Tyrant and not join him, right? Keep up this treasonous talk, and it's going to get you in some serious trouble.”

“I'm here because it's my job,” smirking, sneering even, Ilse meets Hyde's gaze and his challenge, “And I'm damn good at my job. Why are you getting so worked up, anyway, did I strike a nerve? Maybe you're the one who's thinking about getting a better life in the north – I bet it would be real easy for someone to vanish. It's gonna be chaos up there, after all. Damien Hyde – missing, presumed dead. Got a nice ring to it, don't you think?”

Just shut up, you groan, all you wanted was one meal in peace. Is that really too much to ask?

Silence and staring eyes meet your comment. Without an argument to keep things flowing, nobody quite knows what to say.

“That book,” Krebs rumbles after a long while, “What did it say?”

“I'll lend it to you,” Ilse says breezily, “You can still read, can't you?”

“...I think so,” the old Hunter replies, his answer coming after a long moment of thought.

[2/4]

>>672150

“I'm just here for the money,” Stukov offers later, in a half-hearted attempt at building a bridge, “I'd like to retire young, while I've still got my best years ahead of me. That's why I took this job – I take any work that I can. What about you, Hyde, why did you sign up?”

“Long story, but I guess I did it to help keep people safe,” Hyde replies, his voice still wounded and resentful, “At the time, it didn't really seem like I had much choice in the matter, though. Now that I'm here, I'm starting to think that I made a massive mistake.”

“The only massive mistake around here is Ilse,” Stukov chuckles, “Don't pay her any mind. Speaking of her... did you really mean that, Ilse? You signed up because it's your job?”

“Because I'm good at my job, and I want to prove it. I want everyone to know that I was the Hunter who killed the White Tyrant,” she looks between you all, a challenge burning in her eyes, “Any of you got a problem with that?”

“A problem? No,” shaking his head, Stukov grins, “But it's awfully presumptuous. We're not even close to the target, and you're already claiming victory. You must really be confident about this... confident enough for a little wager, perhaps?”

“For a man who signed up for the pay, you're awfully quick to throw away your money,” Ilse jeers, “Yeah, I'll take any bet you have to offer. Later, mind – we're not finished here. Krebs, we all know why YOU signed up – no mystery there – but what about you, Henryk? You're the unknown element here, all brooding silences and secrets. What brought you out here? Money, duty... blood?”

If you told them the truth, you think to yourself, would they even believe you for a moment? No, any honest answer you could give them would be seen as a bad joke at best, a sign of madness at worst. With that thought in mind, you meet Ilse's eyes and give her a deliberately vague shrug.

You've got your reasons, you tell her plainly, and that's all you really have to say on the matter

“Like I said, the unknown element,” she snorts, amused by your answer, “Yeah okay, good one. Do me a favour, will you? Don't tell us why you're here. This way, we can pass the long hours with idle speculation. Here, I'll go first... the White Tyrant killed your childhood sweetheart. Am I close?”

This game is ridiculous, you laugh, utterly ridiculous.

“Ah, so it WAS close!” Stukov points an accusing finger at you, “Now you've got to tell us the real reason! I mean, you wouldn't want us spreading this kind of gossip, right?”

You're surrounded by madmen and idiots.

[3/4]

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>>672156

Later, in the shared dorm, you find yourself left alone with Ilse. Alone, that is, if you discount Krebs, who slumbers away in the background. Hyde and Stukov left a while ago, mentioning something about a game of cards down in one of the other dorms.

Ilse had laughed at them, genuine bitterness in her voice, and called them a pair of fools. If the crew won't eat and sleep with dogs, she asked, why would they play cards with them? For a moment, it had looked like another argument would develop, but then Hyde simply walked out. Probably the wisest decision he could have made, in retrospect. Ilse had seethed with anger for a while, but then she had settled down with a book.

The same book, you realise, that has given her all these dangerous ideas. Bound with scuffed brown leather, it has no title or author that you can see. She flicks through the pages without much apparent interest, and then she sets it aside.

“I'm not about to turn traitor, you know,” she announces suddenly, “You know, just in case you were wondering. The northerns have a lot of good ideas, but I couldn't live among them. I'd miss flushing toilets and shitty radio dramas too much.”

You laugh aloud at the crude simplicity of her words. So, you ask, is it a good book?

“Read it for yourself, if you like. I've got it pretty much memorised by this point,” picking it up, Ilse offers it over to you.

Accepting it, you take a look at the inside cover. Still no title, but it does have a name. Greta Bannerman.

>Thanks. Mind if I take a read now?
>Bannerman... your mother?
>How about you just tell me the good bits?
>I wanted to ask you something, Ilse... (Write in)
>Other

>>676531
>Honor and Glory! Charge the Malgor!
you're not gonna git gud skulking about.

At least, not for big hulking dudes who would notice you long before you climbed up to the vulnerable neck bits. Dodge a fist swing use it as a spring board to tear off a piece of chin.

I have not read the previous threads at all.

>>676531
>>>Honor and Glory! Charge the Malgor!
Just smash, punch, hack at it!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>676531
Nat 20!

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>>674578
“Oh come on, it won’t be so bad. Just means you’ll have to punch people a bit quieter, cheri.” Josie turns away from her like a upset child. You’re dismissed from the briefing room, and quickly herded to the a car, to ferry you all to the local airbase. You spy those same stealth aircraft that took you from Italy to Egypt. You wonder if they’ll be able to penetrate German air defenses. That’s for the pilot to find out, you suppose.

The flight to Poland is relatively uneventful. The aircraft shifts and maneuvers due to turbulence, and on several occasions, you’re positive that you’re being attacked by enemy interceptors. You’re fast asleep when you’re awoken by the jostling of the plane landing in a green, picturesque meadow, another similarly calm and peaceful village sits in the middle of it. Well, it looks peaceful enough, until your spot the men armed with rifles approaching you. Upon closer inspection, they’re stern looking stone faced men. They’re not wearing any kind of uniform, or any other identifying article on their bodies. A handful of them level their rifles with you, and one of them steps in front of the other's, hand resting on his weapon. It looks like they’re armed with a mixture of old Soviet rifles and German ones. Diane’s hand rests on the hilt of her rapier. One of them shouts at you in an unfamiliar language. The man simply stares at you, before he questions you in very broken English.

“American witches yes, here to banish devils and hags being used by German scum, yes?”

[x] “Yes, we’re here to help.”
[x] Be cautious around him. The Bureau never mentioned anything about specific contacts
[x] Write in

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>>674597
>[x] “Yes, we’re here to help.”

>>674597
>[x] Be cautious around him. The Bureau never mentioned anything about specific contacts

>>672041
>>...Eh, you feel like revisiting the constitution. Maybe institute slavery.

Fuck I haven't been here since.. hmm.. Last time when we Turned ivanka's lil sidekick into a werewolf

>>672047
>You could literally infect most of the city... Maybe you should try to infect some more slavs for the Empi- You mean, Poland.

You decide to revisit the constitution today, and you briefly remember how you infected Pelevina... What happened to her, anyways?
Oh, right. She said she was scouting for the Allies a little, and would be back in a week or so. Huh.

Either way, you enter the City Hall, and look at the Constitution.

You have a rather egalitarian system, which is slightly weighed towards pro-lycanthropy and has a limited amount of democracy (at least in less important positions). You find a lot of notes from your father all over the constitution, clearing up eligibility, especially in the firearm part so 'some Jewish asshole won't just take my guns."
Huh. You never knew dad was slightly anti-semetic. Oy vey...

The only other things of note are that prisoners that assault lycanthropes etc may be eaten, and any protestors which you don't particularly like. There have been minor changes to it the constitution however, by the Democracists led by Adrian Staryznski, the Capitalist leader. And that guy you went over for a barbecue.

By the way, thread where we do the constitution: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/373063/

Actions.

>...Fucking democracists. Roll back the slight changes in the constitution to a more absolute monarchy.
>...Change a particular thing about the constiution. (Specify)
>...This may be a good time to clarify slavery and human ownership.
>...Maybe you should put something in about immigration.
>No, everything is a-ok. Nothing outstand about the constitution.
>...Maybe you should have some laws regarding infection?
>You should clarify who takes over once you die. If you die.
>...Maybe you should set up something encouraging multiculturalism. You are werewolves after all, and culture isn't too important.
>Maybe you should do something which makes being a Polish Slav a little more superior then anyone else. Just out of a personal bias.
>You should introduce a law to make Protestantism and Calvinism punishable and heretical. God Wills it. (Stojan becomes even more religious.)
>You should introduce a law that limits the authority, or increased the authority of the pope. (May increase how religious Stojan is, or lower it.)
>...Introduce something allowing only for lycanthropic priests and religious officials.
>You should do something allowing you to persecute members of different parties, such as the Democratists and the Communists.
>...Maybe you should call up your dad and ask what exact parties are in motion here.
>The rest of the Western World is anti-fascist... Maybe you should have a law (enforced or not) against fascism.
>...Reinstate the Roman Salute.
>Publicly ban the Swastika...
>Write-in

>>670405
The first thing that you notice when you materialize is that it's much better decor than your last job. This place seems to be some sort of grand ballroom, complete with fancy chandeliers, Greek pillars, and high art. To be quite honest, the presentation is already getting high marks from you. A promising start, you suppose.

The second thing that you noticed is that you are rather...ethereal is a good word. You seem to be having a very big space and star motif going on; your body seems to be made out of some sort of luminescent material that isn't staying one color, but seems to hover around your usual blues and greens. A quick glance downward shows that you seem to have a spare eye in the middle of your chest- the brooch working no doubt. A quick test shows that it's easy to close and open- you decide to leave it closed for now. You can also feel something on your back- likely the cape, which seems to have been attached to your neck, and you think you can control it at will. You can't see your face, but you're intensely curious as to what it looks like, considering you can feel two long antennae coming from you head.

This was certainly one of your more drastic changes. And considering the man and woman in front of you, you're not sure whether that's a good or a bad thing.
They both seem utterly shocked at your appearance, judging by their wide eyes and slightly open mouths, although they quickly shake it off when they notice you staring and do their best to affect a neutral disposition.

“...Well,” the woman starts, and you can already hear a faint waver in her whispering voice. “I must say, it seems you description didn't quite you justice.” She's dressed in a fancy long, white dress; no frills, but it widens out at the end. You can see long boots that matter color scheme, as well as a very nice pair of formal gloves and a pearl necklace. Overall she gives off the picturesque look of someone that's influential, with a lot of money.

“Indeed, madam. I would say that Mister Salvatore’s claims were a bit...understated.” The man seems like your typical butler really, gray haired, with a sharp, thin beard and a typical three-piece butler uniform. “She strikes quite the imposing figure.”

The lady then addresses you properly. “Forgive my impertinence, great Madam Vellusia, but I was informed that, for a price, you would be willing to help me with a...concern of mine, m’lady. If you would be so willing to indulge me, perhaps we can discuss the matter over tea?” She’s holding her face very well, but you still get the feeling that she's more nervous than she's letting on.

> Play it up. It's not very often you get an opportunity like this… “Very well. I will grant this base request.”
> Be neutral about it. “Alright. If you want to.”
> Eh, she doesn't need to stand on ceremony. “You're paying anyway. Hit me.”
> Get straight down to it. “There’s a group of young girls that I'm supposed to be teaching the hard way, correct?”
> Other

>>670420
> Get straight down to it. “There’s a group of young girls that I'm supposed to be teaching the hard way, correct?”
still eldritch abomination type thing

>>670449
er, didn't complete my comment,
- should be pretty cool, this is gonna be fun!

Well now, let's just paint ourselves a happy little sword and shield right over here...

>>682921
You discover that the easel has magical properties of creation.
+1 Iron Sheild
+1 Iron Sword

>>682936
*pallet