This time, I'm going to make an actual quest but Pokemon are still involved (It's what I draw best sadly).
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You are Keira. You are a 25 year old female Sandslash and a dockworker here in Bellor Town. You live a rather mundane and routine life. Sleep, eat, work then get drunk before woozily getting home and repeating the process.
You're sick of it.
You want to do something interesting but you don't know what you want to do at all- besides something other than working at some docks. You would prefer to avoid water as best you can.
As you sit at the bar mulling over your drink, you think of the future prospects you could choose- not that there are many. Bellor Town is a port town on the edge of a desert so there isn't much outside the town itself but you can do things if you put your mind to it.
So... what do you want to do in the future?
>Maybe join one those damn guilds- not that I'll like it
>Travel to a faraway land. Maybe I'll find a new beginning somewhere that isn't here
>Dive into a life of crime and become an outlaw. It seems exciting but dangerous but a change of pace altogether
>Write in
Choose one and Roll 1d100 - Highest wins.
Rolled 8 (1d100)
>>142427
Get some new shoes, a fresh hat, and a pleasant disposition on life. Reconnect with our family.
Rolled 21 (1d100)
>>142427
>>Travel to a faraway land. Maybe I'll find a new beginning somewhere that isn't here
>>142445
You decide on going abroad. It will be quite a boring trip from what you overheard as a dockworker's. The nearest other port is St. Valders and that's a week's trip.
But you're dead-set on leaving this dead-end life so you take your last chug and leave- setting off for bed and for preparations tomorrow. Good thing tomorrow is your day off.
(1/2)
The year is 769.
Charles and Carloman Karling control a divided Francia, controversy rages in the Byzantine Empire over religious images, and the emperor / enumical patriarch are iconoclast yet may convert to Orthodox Christianity.
The Abassid Caliphate is at the zenith of its power...
But where are you?
Who are you?
Amongst this world of turmoil, will a hero arise, or topple empires? Perhaps you will live your life happily with a family in your fields.
Now is your chance to go forth and plant the banner of your name, and make your mark on history!
Socio-economic level: (d100)
1-15: Street beggar
16-30: Low end peasantry
31-62: Middle class peasantry
63-75: Recognized Knight / Graduated University student (royal lineage)
76-90: Nobility; Baron, Duke, etc.
91-100: One of the great lords (Charlemagne, Al-Mansur, etc.)
Roll actions on 1d1000
1-200: Terrible outcome
201-400: Bad outcome
401-500: Undesirable outcome
501-649: Neutral outcome
650-800:Good outcome
801-1000: Fantastic outcome.
This is my first game, so please, give recommendations and criticisms as you feel necessary. Let's hope this goes well!
I fuckin love me some Crusader Kings II my friend so let's see how this goes
Rolled 84 (1d100)
>>142200
Rolling
>>142244
Woo nobility. What title do you choose?
You are a FEMINIST-FRIENDLY CISMALE SYSTEM, and you do your damnedest to stay that way. You avoid looking directly at any part of a female body, you make sure to only speak after someone else, preferably a female, has already spoken, and under no situation whatsoever you utter your personal thoughts without thinking them through at least three different filters of privilege-checking.
You are the only CISMALE in your non-denominative geo-liberated circumscription to gain the status of FEMINIST-FRIENDLY, most others having already been sent to a informative-corrective reassignation garden or being closely checked by whatever name the secret service is identifying as currently.
You are a SYSTEM because non-humankins have long since become the majority, and ever since the wordhumanwas deemed EXTREMELY triggering, SYSTEM became the norm.
You have just awoken from a regenerative period of closely checked unconsciousness and are ready to face THE WORLD in a way that is not only productive for oppressed beings/doings but also mindful of your own, privileged nature.
What will you do?
a) Open the BOX, the only private enclosure you have been granted to store your personal, PRIVILEGED possessions.
b) Look out the WINDOW, observe the oppressed reality of those who must face the world without all your PATRIARCHAL PATRIMONIES.
c) Move closer to the MASS of probably oppressed beings/doings who seem to be gathering a certain non-denominative distance AWAY from yourself.
Rolled 1, 2, 2 = 5 (3d2)
>>150859
>EXTREMELY triggering
Ayyy
a)
>>150859
>THE WORLD
I'M TRIGGERED WHITE CISMALE. YOU HAVEN'T EVEN ASKED FOR XER'S PRONOUNS, CHECK YOUR PRIVILEDGE.C
>>150859
>d) commit suicide
Hey we're back after I forgot that autosaging was a thing.
Hey looks like you can use telekinesis easily now, so that's cool, and you inspect the body of one of the nearby humans. Seems he is filled with various animal poisons and cupcake matter. The dumpster makes sense now. You look around and the other humans are the same, like all of them. How'd they even bake this many cupcakes?
>>148391
Equip Wayne as our armor.
Let Snake equip the armpit hair.
>>148443
Okay, I gotta say this again. Snake is inside an anus. Unless he's getting out of there for good, he can't equip a thing.
>>148466
Can I roll to determine Minotuar's true anal circumference? That way it could make it more possible and give us more inventory space?
Otherwise, can we go home or is entering the church mandatory?
Your name is jeffrey, you have been sent back in time to kill the president. You are currently sitting in a motel with all of your supplies:
tranquilizer gun,
future handgun,
portable holographic sheild,
remote explosives,
a quadcopter with a camera,
tool / repair kit,
80 dollars,
bare essentials of course,
medical kit.
It is 9:30 in the morning, and the president is only in town for another 3 nights, and is staying in a penthouse hotel. The hotel is heavily guarded, and there are very few ways in and out. You should get to work.
Roll a 1 or 2 to decide what you do next.
>>143668
Stick your gun on the quadcopter and send it in.
>>143668
Disguise yourself as a tranny prostitute in order to get close to the president.
>>143668
Enter the Konami Code to get 30 more tries.
Previously, on Shipgirl Commander >>115418
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The numbness leaves. The shock subsides. You feel your fingertips – prosthetic and flesh, relax against the controls as your mind races into the lightyears. Thoughts, selfish thoughts, begin to leave. The “I” in you rips and tears itself into pieces; what is left is the view before you. The HUD status windows blinking orange, the alert and danger sensors highlighted by a bluish hue. Your fat ass hasn’t ever been in this kind of world; it had never been so immersed in this.
This baptism of fire.
It all returns, it all goes back. You breathe in and out. There is no adrenaline rush. There is no enlightenment. There is one thing, and one thing only, and that is all that matters.
You’re a Commander… and this is your team.
‘Shigure, engage!’
She’s fast, faster than a panther. Shigure engages the healthier creature in a melee unlike no other. A pulse and a warmth grows inside you as you watch their duel through her eyes. She moves, dodges. She slithers like a snake and reacts like a wounded wildcat, palming the uncanny features of the twisted monster. She kicks it upward with a loud crack of thunder, amazingly using the momentum to spin herself around and apply a crippling drop into the ocean.
It’s a loud thud – as if the ocean was a solid.
These things are using the water as a platform. Like the KanMusu and the Abyssals….
UNIT – NACHI 01: Heavily Damaged
UNIT – TENRYUU 04: Heavily Damaged
The orange alerts tell of Nachi’s and Tenryuu’s status. You open up a link when another alert reaches your ears.
RECOGNIZED HOSTILES DETECTED WITHIN UNIT RANGE
DESIGNATION: HEAVY CRUISER RI-CLASS FLAGSHIP (B-Rank)
It’s closing in. It’s not there yet, but it’s within their scopes. Shigure engages the wounded creature and, faces – human faces – screaming as Shigure grabs onto its jaw and throws it into the other. Shigure’s visuals are fuzzy. You open up a window…
And the fairy in your lap… reluctantly raises her hands, trembling in a yellow glow. You know this. The Override*.
You just never thought it could happen to you.
It’s all on you, Commander.
>Task: Choose two priority commands
>Send Murakumo out to help (Roll a d12 to see if she makes it)
>Deactivate Hunker Mode; bring the RAY to them (This shuts out your visual/audio feed of them)
>Tell Shigure to bring Nachi and Tenryuu to the ship
>Initiate Override* on Nachi and/or Tenryuu
*Override is assuming command of a KanMusu. It is considered a last-ditch attempt to control the KanMusu in question. However, it is a huge violation of their person and is the only Fairy Magic that is explicitly forbidden from regular practice as it has drastic effects on the KanMusu’s psyche. All KanMusu despise it and so do the Fairies. It is a breaking of the will… but at times, is seen as justified.
Rolled 8 (1d12)
>>143052
>Send Murakumo out to help
>Deactivate Hunker Mode; bring the RAY to them
Rolled 3 (1d12)
>>143140
Supporting
Previous thread: >>120796
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Summary:
>From the journal of Long Beard Rimil Furi, Archelogist:
In this place, the light-keeper rested, and to the west, from the road whence I
came, he traveled and met with a girl we now know as Dolly [1].
Most records indicate Dolly and the light-bearer were initial companions, but I
believe there was a confrontation of sort at their first encounter. Conditions
in those times would not have been conducive to easy friendship [2].
Regardless, we do know that when they left the farmhouse west of the road,
Dolly and the light-bearer were companions. According to the so called "Longest
Beard of Scholarly Skill", Thudir, the light-bearer and Dolly were helped by a
man named Bert [4]. This is mere speculation on Thudir's part; it is far more
likely that the light-bearer was found by the demon Arnaut and taken into his
care.
Unlike, Thudir, I place no merit in anecdotal evidence from second and third
hand accounts and to do so unabashedly as Thudir has done, is a disgrace upon
the title of the "Longest Beard of Scholarly Skill". As of yet, no hard
evidence has been found indicating that this Bert existed, let alone helped the
light-bearer. While on the topic of separating fact from fiction, I'd also like
to bring to attention the preposterous idea of the light-bearer having an
animal companion, namely a cat, no evidence of any such companion has been
found and certain contemporary archaeologists would do well to stop forwarding
such foolishness if they wishe to keep their credibility.
(There are some missing pages here)
...the demon Arnaut was then killed at his home, fulfilling his transformation.
The light-bearer is then believed to have escaped the demon by fleeing into the
forest[5]. There are some accounts that he was attacked by bandits in these
woods[6]. I have checked into these accounts and they prove to be credible.
However the theory which our laudable (laughable rather) Long Beard Thudir,
proposes, namely that of the infliction of horrific violence against these
bandits at the hands of the light-bearer himself, is not only a gross slander
but also religious sacrilege. Perhaps the council will reconsider Thudir's
title next season, on account of such heretical nonsense. My research has shown
that the light-bearer lost Dolly to the bandits in these woods -- yet another
lash upon his already scarred back -- but rather than inflict violence, he
imparted mercy, forgiving them their sins and suffering himself, in their
stead. It was in fact, Dolly's father, (whose name remains unknown even today)
that eventually rescued Dolly and killed her assailaints. Once again I urge the
council to reappropriate the title of "Longest Beard of Scholarly Skill" come
next season to a more sensible candidate.
The light-bearer most likely went north to meet with the Seer, Quendru, the
Forever-Pregnant. There he recieved council - (the rest of the pages are
missing)
Should I continue writing full summaries back from the beginning or just summarize the most recent thread? Also let me know if the summaries are getting to the point of "tl;dr" (I could always just do greentext-style summaries if necessary, but its fun to mess around).
New update in a few hours.
>>142483
Oh boy! We god emperors now.
In the late seventies through the early nineties, drug violence in South America only continued to escalate. A successful revolution by the IRA in Ireland encouraged similar revolts in central Africa that devolved into decades-long civil wars, and a USSR faction in the Russian government. Human trafficking for both the organ and the sex trades exploded between south-east Asia and eastern Europe. In the face of such chaos, government run militaries and agencies were too caught up in red tape to be effective in combatting these threats. Traditional armies abdicated their throne as international super-powers, and turned it over to the world of private military contractors.
Thirty years later, the private military industry is a widely accepted fact of life, a necessary evil for the security of the world. While many people in the civilized world resent these men for what they represent, they are also aware that they need them, lest the world fall into the hellscape that it was once again.
You are Jan Kowalski, a Polish special forces operator turned private military contractor. In return for cash and other liquid currency, you, and men like you go places national militaries can’t, and that local police forces won’t.
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Last time, on Contractor Quest: You went to a club, got laid, and teamed up with Solomon on a group he put together for a tech companies' tournament.
You turn to Solomon, and find him focused solely on a woman in a blue dress.
“Everything okay, Hyun,” you ask, fairly sure where this is going.
“That’s Clara Baker. They got Clara Baker to come to this thing,” he said, his eyes never leaving the blonde woman. You have to admit, you’re having a hard time taking your eyes off of her, too.
“Solomon, who the flying fuck is Clara Baker,” you ask, trying to break him from his trance.
“Oh, you know, only the most decorated Olypmic sharp shooter in history. The woman outshoots Marine Recon and Navy SEAL snipers, dude. It’s insane. If she’s here, we’re really going to have to stay out of the open. I’m pretty good with a rifle, but I don’t have shit on her. She’s good enough to have two of us down before we even hear the first report.”
Well, that makes things interesting. Now, not only do you have to worry bout Williams running round with that damned Vector of his, every time you’re in view of an upper floor window might be the end of this little tournament for your team. Not to mention, it looks like she’s already got Solomon tied up somewhat. The man is looking so longingly, you’d might think he was a kid in a pet store window instead of a trained killer.
>Fantastic. Just fantastic.
>Wanna go talk to her? She’s alone.
>You need to get your eyes back in your head, Hyun. This is serious.
>>142292
>>Wanna go talk to her? She’s alone.
Maybe we can have her join our side
>>142292
This is weird. Slow night?
Gather round and hear about Belal, a chaos lord who's making a name quickly. Here's what you've done so far:http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/108050#bottom
And now starts Bloodbowl!
"Alright everyone, it's time for Bloodbowl!" Araghast says with everyone screaming like banshees, "All teams pick something a barrel" Eliphas says as everyone goes too a barrel
Ahriman stuck his hand inside the barrel before pulling out a foot "The loser team will be on the shirts side" Eliphas says as he steps put of the announcers stand and throws human skin too his team: "Oh come on! Fuck the shirts" Ahriman mutters as his team puts on the skin.
Doombreed searched the barrel and also got a foot "You shitting me right now? Khornates and Tzeentchians? This out to be greaaaat" Araghast says sarcatsically with Eliphas just chuckling as the Khornates put on the skin
Typhus searched the barrel next, however due to him being a vector of disease and decay the only thing he could pull out is a hand. As a result the Slanneshi could only get a hand
And so the Nurglites and Slanneshi got on the same side as the Skins. With Belakor sitting on bench beating cultists to death.
Well anons, roll to get something special happen. And by something special happening I mean Dark Eldar coming to dick around
Rolled 69 (1d100)
>>141862
A space marine chapter busts in mid game
>>141972
Just as the teams are getting set up, droppods rain down into the field which open up to Dark Angels firing bolters at anyone not them "REPENT, BECAUSE YOU DIE TODAY" they cry out as everyone starts rushing down to fight them
Unfortunately for the Angels the first to get there is the Slanneshi led by Fulgrim, "Haven't had any of Lion's boys in a looooong time~" he says as rape ensues with the Dark Angels experiencing things that are not good to say the least
"Well this wasn't a very effective attack, then again Dark Angels aren't very good at playing smart." Araghast says as cultists are dragging away Dark Angel corpses...before the teams return to their positions
What happens next? Bloodbowl starts, or will something else happen
>>142081
Invite the Dark Angels ship the pods came from to join us for the game. If they say no, the winning team of the match gets to lead a strike force to destroy ship/kill captain/whatever, as the next trial. We can go with them if we're bored.
You awaken. You are inside a pod, surrounded by cold embroyal fluid. You tear out of your egg, hungering for the outside world. You are soon satisfied. Something isn't right however. It takes you a moment to realize: you can't feel the Hive Mind anymore. You panic, browsing with your mind frantically for something, anything to connect with. Soon enough, a calm presence enters your thoughts. "Calm my child," the voice says. "You are the first of my spawn, as I am the last of my mother's. I am the Splinter-Beast, and you will be my avatar on the battlefield. Now then, let's get to business shalt we? The system we're approaching has 3 viable targets. I leave it up to you to choose.
>Sigman IV
A desert planet inhabited only br the hardiest species.
>Pros: Easily defendable, and little threats.
>Cons: Little biomass
>Sigman III
A Hive city that is the home to a space marine chapter.
>Pros: Lots of biomass, good genestock.
>Cons: Heavily defended.
>Sigman VII
A Death World covered in swamp and in perpetual rain.
>Pros: Some biomass, no sentient
>Cons: Little info, the jungle is too thick to pierce.
(I'd like to say this right now. If you love canon, turn away. I will be making mistakes and diverging from the story.)
>>146797
Of course the deathworld, where else?
>>146797
Gotta go with the hive world.
>>146797
>Sigman III
>A Hive city that is the home to a space marine chapter.
>Pros: Lots of biomass, good genestock.
>Cons: Heavily defended.
Warmth, warmth and dark
The only other perception running through you is the beating of the many chambered heart of your mother. Well more accurately her tertiary heart, deadicated to the ships womb
The calming hum keeping the worries of the universe at bay, however something is wrong. the distant hum of her primary heart is silent and the schematics in your cortex pertaining to your own class and design are incorrect. For one you are nearly twice the designation of Heavy Corvette placing you clearly in the low end of the Frigate scale. for another you have a spinal mounted weapon.
>Rail (Strait line physical)
>Ion (Minimal arc energy)
>Drone (3 Fighter class Drones with small ship armaments)
>Something different(non-combat mystery box)
This game will run mostly on a best of 3 3d10 system
- - - Crit Fail
- - + Fail
- + + Success
+ + + Crit Success
Crits will only override on certain occasions but will mostly be overridden by the better rolls, in such cases a success overrides a fail.
Rolled 9, 1, 6 = 16 (3d10)
>>144279
>Something different(non-combat mystery box)
>>144279
>Something different(non-combat mystery box)
Curses to that ID system huh.
I want at least 3 separate players before I move on. If we get more then that's great.
Last time on 4tress quest-
>We woke up in god-knows-where
>Some dead chick whom we cannibalized in a VR simulation comes to rescue us
>We found out we were fucking trained by video games
"So" says Nisa. "You want Healslut to accompany you on your missions/quests?"
"Yes." you reply.
"Well, then, we're off to a great start. Hate to bother you, John, but there's a problem on our hands that we need you to fix. A mysterious machine has been killing a great deal of our new recruits. It appears to be some form of bipedal war machine, which you can see in front of you." Nisa pulls up a hologram of the contraption.
In front of you stands a tall humanoid Jackal made up of some form of metal with what appears to be a "railgun" attached to its torso.
"Every effort we make to eliminate this colossus fails. Like, completely. Last time we sent a barnload of cavalrymen to its location, they all wound up dead. So, we decided to send you in because you're a special snowflake and you can actually fight with a blade unlike those goddamn pussies."
"Are you ready?" she asks.
Your Options:
>Pussy out
>LETS DO THIS SHIT NIGGA
>Ask some more questions
>Ask Healslut to heal your dick back
>Do some boring-ass side missions (just like in your unfinished Chinese military simulation video games the fifth)
>>141809
Pussy out
ask healslut to heal your dick back
>Ask some more questions
Hey, did this ever get a part 2?
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/25265/
>>144896
Not yet.
Someone should up and QM another jojo quest. A new one, of course, but the setting has more or less infinite potential.
>>144896
I never saw one, so I doubt it.
The world is burning.
The Empire has shattered due to the death of King Altmer and the disappearance of his son Mandric.
With this vacuum of power, the bloodthirsty nobles of distant lands declare their sovereignty of their own lands. With their great banners they march straight for the capital, leaving a wake of dead and unburied. An old curse once thought contained now spreads like wildfire in the southern lands, reanimating the dead and creating undead legions of soldiers with no want except for blood.
The sorceries of Vinheim have begun to fade, leaving the Sorcerer Kings without power to fight invaders. Word of immeasurable quantities of gold and other goodies has spread worse than the undead curse, leading to the Siege of Vinheim by thousands of independent parties. Who will be first through the breach?
But let's get to us, or you.
You have been born a healthy boy.
You may now roll for a starting position, or vote on one.
>0-25: Filthy Peasant scum
>26-50: A trained journeyman
>51-75: A powerful warrior of either magic or conventional means
>76-99: The son of a powerful duke who now calls himself king
>100: A blessed avatar of divine will, giving you the choice of two out of four gods for your powers
Will you reunite the lands as King, or find the old Prince and return him to the throne as his stewards, or perhaps you could sack or save Vinheim, home of the sorcerers.
Remember, valar dohaeris
Rolled 70 (1d100)
FOR THE EMPERRAH
>>142622
Nigga we spellsword now
Rolled 48 (1d100)
Rollin
Hello everyone, welcome to Fate/Broken Destinies.
I had to make a new thread because the other went into autosage.
Sorry for the inconvenience by the way, but my IP keeps changing.
If you happen to be a long-time reader or just someone who happened to drop by, have no fears, I'd be glad to answer. The jargon can be hard to understand, so the offer stands for that too.
For future references, this is my Twitter:
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You will probably also need the Status Screen, as in the original VN, although not exactly as flashy
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Where we left off:
You woke up and noticed that your music box isn't there. You decided to investigate the matter.
That’s preposterous. People can’t just sneak into your room and take…
Wait, sneak into your room? That’s it. You forgot to lock the door.
You’re sure that Satou devil just tried to appease you before snatching the box right under your nose.
You sigh. Even if she does have it, you have no way to reach her right now.
You decide to stick to the plan, take a shower and go downstairs. At least for now, there’s not much else you can do.
Saber’s sitting together with Hakamichi, and while the former is wolfing down some obscure dessert, the latter is still playing his videogames.
“Good morning everyone. Has any of you seen Akira?”
“Good morning, Master. I am doing a lot better today!”
“That’s great, Saber. Hakamichi, did you see her?”
The boy lifts his gaze from the console with disinterest. He simply shrugs, then he returns to the game.
“Yuuko! Kenji!”, you call them out loud, hoping to get to the bottom of this.
The waitress rushes to you, panicky as usual. “G-good morning, Frederick. W-were you looking for me?”
“Yes, have you seen Akira? I think she took…”
“OH RIGHT!”, she starts to scream in a rather awkward fashion. “I TOTALLY NEED TO DO THAT THING IN THE KITCHEN RIGHT NOW, COME WITH ME FREDERICK I AM GOING TO NEED YOUR HELP”.
Saber cocks her eyebrow. “That thing?”
“YES! THAT ONE THING THAT YOU DO WITH THAT OTHER THING, YOU SEE?”
“Not really”, your Servant replies.
“ANYWAY, LET’S GO”, she continues, grabbing your hand and pulling you.
“I don’t get this either, Saber. I will be right back”, you manage to tell her before Yuuko drags you into the kitchen.
“What was that…”
“I have it”, she interrupts you. “I will give it back to you. But I need a favor”.
You give her a quizzical look. She is the one to blame? How weird. You decide to go along with it for now.
“You could have simply asked me, you know? That’s what people usually do.”
She hands you a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled over it.
“Th-this is the phone number of the offices in Yamaku. C-call them, a-a-ask them to reconsider. Th-they’re not bad people, they just don’t know what they’re doing”.
“Why don’t you call them? You know them better than I do. They’d have more reasons to believe you”.
“Because I…I… well, you see…” She laughs embarrassedly, “I…I…I don’t want to call them because I…”
Her eyes well up with tears as she gets more and more fidgety
She knows the school, she knows the people, she knows their idiosyncrasies. But if anything, that is a strain on her already frail personality.
She’s too emotionally committed to handle this at the best of their skills.
“Ok, ok. I get it. Then again you could ask Kenji, right?”
She dries up her tears and sniffs. “Perhaps. Perhaps I could, but he’s not very well loved in Yamaku. He used to be a bit looney, you know? Not like he is right now. I am afraid they wouldn’t listen to him”.
‘So to sum up: you’re too involved to handle this, and Kenji isn’t involved enough. Well whatever, someone’s got to do it, right? If no one’s up for it, then it’s a task for an Ainsworth’.
You take the piece of paper. “Can I use the phone, please?”
“NO! I mean, not the one in here. Use a payphone, I will give you the money for that”.
“Spare me, and spare those. I am not in the need for handouts”.
“O-ok. Thank you!”, she shouts, bowing again at a very dangerous speed.
You bow your head slightly in acknowledgement, then take your leave.
“Where are you going, Master?” Saber asks you.
“Oh, I just need to take a walk. I will be back soon, ok?”
She doesn’t look convinced, but she doesn’t protest either.
You wander through the city a bit, and finally find a payphone.
You insert some coins and dial the number Yuuko gave you.
“Good morning, this is the secretary of Yamaku High speaking. How can we help you?”
“Yes, good morning. I’d like to talk with professor Aishi Mutou, if possible”.
“Sure, let me check the registry… it looks like there’s no professor called like that working here”.
“Damn”, you curse under your breath. “Maybe it’s Akio Mutou then?”
“Oh yes, there he is. Hold the line, please, he’ll be here shortly”.
Hearing this, you decide to insert some additional coins in the payphone. You don’t have a lot left, but this should do.
“Yes, hello, who am I talking with?” You recognize that voice: it’s one of the last things your familiar heard before being assassinated.
“Hello, this is Frederick Ainsworth. You might not know who I am, but I do know who you are. You must desist from using your Servant’s Noble Phantasm, you don’t understand the dangers involved”.
The voice on the other side of the phone doesn’t say anything for a while. Then, almost mechanically, it recites an address and a time, urging you to be there. The conversation ends that way.
‘Looks like I have a date’.
You slowly head back to the Shanghai, thinking of what to do.
The first thing to do is replenishing Saber’s mana, but Yuuko should also know about the latest developments.
Upon your return, it looks like the situation hasn’t changed at all.
Hideaki is still playing his game, and Saber is trying out a different dessert.
Yuuko hurriedly comes to you, looking awkward and suspicious. You just nod to her, as if to say you’re still taking care of the issue.
“How’s it, Saber?”, you ask your Servant, who looks at you with her mouth stuffed with some sort of cake.
“Pwthty gwth, Mafthr”.
“That’s great. Feel like taking a walk with me later?”
She nods and quickly finishes up her meal. You settle the bill with Yuuko right away, then head outside.
“Where are we going, Frederick?”
“Taking a stroll down the leyline, to replenish your mana. Also, feel free to call me by first name more often”
“Ok!”, she responds cheerfully.
The leyline has its focus on the square that blew up a few nights ago.
A construction site had been installed, and the works were still ongoing.
They stand as a memento to you to never underestimate an opponent, least you face unpredictable consequences. It makes you think of what you’ve agreed to do for Yuuko, and you consider that maybe you should…
>Tell Saber about the negotiation
>Tell your allies about the negotiation
>Keep it for yourself.