Character Sheet
Character Sheet
Isabelle Morgenthau
A Fisher

Isa (left) and her boyfriend Arren (right)

Hard Keen Calm Daring Wild
+4 -1 +4 +1 -1
Moves
Creepy: When a comrade sees you perform a ritual, overhears your prayers, or sees signs of your alienness, they lose Trust in you. Once they learn one of your Moves, they are no longer affected, but they gain Creepy as well.
Deep Ones:When you call out to your patrons, they give +1 forward on your next roll.
Blessing: When you dab fresh blood on an item roll +Calm. On a 16+, take both. On an 11-15, choose 1. Effects last 1 Routine.
  • Take +1 Ongoing with this item this Routine. (+5 Handling for a plane)
  • The item cannot break or be lost this Routine. (Armour 3/8+ for a plane)
On a miss, make a bigger sacrifice or the machine is damaged.
Ideomotor Response: Your plane effectively has a programmable autopilot. It does not have to be switched on and off; it "knows" when you are behind the controls.
Soul-Bound: When you paint a rune in blood on an aircraft, you are linked. While in flight, you can take incoming Structure damage as Stress, 1-1. You can take a hit that would strike a Component as Injury, or give incoming Injury to your Engine.
Written in Ink: When you get a tattoo to mark an major milestone, take 3 Stress , describe the tattoo and where it's inked, and link it to a Fisher move. Whenever you use that Move, lose 1 Stress (max 1 time per Routine per Move).
Bond: (Witch move learned from Wulf) When you hold an object of significance and make an emotional connection to it, take 1 Stress. The object becomes a magical Focus, and you learn it's Nature (Earth, Air, Water, Fire, Iron, or Blood).
Whispered Answers: You get visions.
Gifts from the Abyss: Your connection to the Deep Ones is physically changing you. Name the physically obvious mutation you have received and describe how it frightens or disgusts the unfaithful. It can be hidden, but not perfectly, and just seeing it will trigger Creepy. All XP advances now cost 1 less XP (minimum 1).
Strategist: When you lay out a plan of action, anyone following the plan (including you) can opt to use your stats on the roll if they are better, and roll Seize the Initiative with their best stat. This lasts until a comrade is wounded or events go drastically off script.

Mastery
The Bushwack
Ambush Predator: When you strike an enemy who is unaware of your presence, roll with Advantage.
Forced Evade: When you fire to scare an opponent off, spend 1 ammo and roll +Hard. On a hit, instead of dealing damage, choose one: Target dives 1, target climbs 1, target loses speed in a forced turn. On a 16+, roll attack dice on them anyway.
Momentum: When you dive onto a target, add +1 AP.
Scissors Snip: When you disengage, give an ally +3 towards dealing with your target.

Familiar Vices
- Drinking
- Prayer
- Dancing
- Cannabis

Intimacy Move
When you are intimate with another, choose one of you to get a hold. They can spend that hold to give the other a command: if followed, then forward to their next +Stat move, they will always score at least a partial hit, regardless of what the dice say.

If you use this move in the air, there are two holds, and they can be distributed however you agree.

The Company
People
  • Isabelle (Fisher): The PC. Was once an acolyte training at her village's temple, but fled abuse at the hands of the cult leader. Possibly the mortal avatar of the dark gods, and remarkably calm and patient, Isabelle is the world's most mature 19 year old. Which isn't saying much. 1 thaler per Routine.
  • Arren (NPC- Confidant/Observer): Your cute fish boyfriend, Arren is a sweet boy in way over his head, but he loves you more than anything. Artist, deeply empathetic, quietly devoted, everyone finds him hot. 1 thaler per Routine.
  • Wulf (Witch): Your girlfriend and a former bandit leader with a fractally tragic backstory. Basically incapable of impulse control, she puts on a confident mask to hide how much she's hurting. Her dad was a wolf. The world's only transgender pansexual half-fae witch. 1 thaler per Routine.
    • Hard +3, Keen +3, Calm -2, Daring +0, Wild +3 (Avenger)
  • Minna Hammerl (Soldier): Highly trained soldier from a military junta, who exiled her due to her autism. The squadron's second in command, the most beautiful woman in the world, and the only person on this crew of idiots whose life doesn't revolve around getting laid. Does not use contractions. 1 thaler per Routine.
    • Hard +4, Keen +1, Calm +2, Daring -2 (Professional)
  • Heinrich Engel (Student): Political science student working on his thesis-slash-manifesto. Mentor in a queer society back home, he's the one who actually knows things about stuff. Deeply camp. "i think if heinrich tried to not say stupid things he would suffer a toxic buildup and fucking die"
    • Hard -1, Keen -1, Calm +2, Daring +2
  • Anny Meldgaard (NPC - Mechanic): A young half-Fischer, half-Himmilvolk woman from Piav, trained by the mechanics there. Looking for adventure and her origins. Blushes pink?
  • Ronja Devapala (NPC - Non-Combat Pilot): Anny's friend from Piav, descendant of Skyborn but adopted by locals, unsure who she is. Enthusiast of sarcasm and the only person on the crew with her shit mostly together.
Temporary Members
  • Marcus (Farmer): A Macchi native. He goes where Lyse goes. Flies a specialized seaplane with a precision rifle.
  • Lyse (Scion): A bastard child of a Sopwith noble family. Flies a V-engine triplane conversion.
  • Ann-Lise Holms (Revenant): The ghost of famed Great War ace Stormcloud, the best female fischer ace of the war. Flies a 200hp KW-AN.

Aircraft
  • Isa & Arren's Plane: A Teicher Möwen seaplane. Steel frame, liquid-cooled engine. Deeply possessed. 1 thaler per Routine.
  • Fang Howl: Wulf's helicopter. An experimental pre-war model. Liquid-cooled radial. Three wolf moon. 1 thaler per Routine.
  • Pup: Wulf's Kreuzer Skorpion prototype retrieved from a sealed hanger. Gets a lot out of an underpowered engine.
  • Minna's Kobra: An inline-engine powered, wood framed fighter. All around an excellent machine. 1 thaler per Routine.
  • Heinrich's Reconstruction: A canard plane with a 30mm cannon in the nose. Awkward and unstable but hits like a train. 1 thaler per Routine.
  • The Pioneer: A huge 3 engine'd cargo plane with capacity for two airplanes and an additional eight people. 3 thaler per Routine.
Stress XP Mastery
7 3 2
Cash Expenses Value
22 14 11
Vice Track: ☐☐☐☐☐
9 Victories​
You're welcome
 
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4-7: Ice Cold
"Stop this... whatever it is? Leviathan machine? Hell, I'm in." Marcus said. "Lyse?"

Lyse just nodded quietly.

"Alright, so... we gotta get this locket back. What would that look like?" Arren asked,

"Well... I was worried that they had it locked up in their giant fort, but if they're using it, I guess they're probably out at sea somewhere. They have a zeppelin they might be using? I don't really know how the locket works, if you need to be close or anything..." Lyse said, pulling away from Marcus and drying her eyes with her sleeve. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go to pieces there..."

"It's okay, dear." Heinrich supplied. "Sounds like we need to do some intelligence-gathering, though. No point in rushing in without a clue what we're doing, right?"

"Heinrich, do you have any records or anything about them?" you asked. He always seemed to.

"Not this far north, honey, but I'll ask around. Permission to dip into the coffers to help my research?" Aka, to bribe the locals.

"Ask Minna, Heinrich, I'm still demoted." you pointed out.

"Right, like you aren't the secret power behind the throne." he said.

"Look, go, and if she says anything blame me." Heinrich got up and left, and you wiped the sweat from your brow. "How do you deal with this heat?"

"Let me know if you figure it out." Lyse said. "In Sopwith it rarely gets this warm."

"It never got this warm where we're from. 'Summer' was the part of the year where it rained slightly less." Arren explained. "It's sticky here. I don't like it."

"Stick to the shade, work in the morning and evening as much as possible, a lot of sleeping during the day, and long baths if I can get away with them." Marcus explained. "Might be a good idea... both of you look like you're going to fall over."

You eyed the now-nearly-empty bowl of ice water enviously.

"I wonder how much ice they have?"

---

The answer was enough, after you waved some money in their direction, to fill a large wooden bathtub with ice water. Out back behind the tavern, near the edge of the plateau, you and Arren set up under an umbrella and took a relaxing dip in the near-freezing water, and felt human again.

Well... human-ish. Fischer-human. The environment here was really highlighting some of the ways you weren't much like your friends. You dipped your head under the water, staring up through the surface at the sun filtering through the fabric of the umbrella, and stayed down there a few minutes, just relaxing. When you were underwater like this, the whispers were loudest, all the other sound drowned out. You asked them if you'd ever feel normal again, and found yourself having to ponder their answer, figure out what normal meant.

Maybe you didn't want to feel normal. Maybe you just wanted to feel better, and... you sort of were, despite everything. Part of the problem was you kept dwelling in it when you should really be enjoying a nice bath.

Across the bath, Arren was likewise immersed, his eyes closed, relaxed. You wondered what he was thinking about. You offered him your hand, and he held it a while.

After a long soak, the water slowly warming in the sun, a shape crept in above the surface of the water, distorted by the waves into a vague mess. You popped your head up to see Wulf, resting at the edge of the tub.

"So how don't you get hypothermia again?" she asked.

"Magic." you responded flatly. "What's up?"

"Nothin'. How's Arren over there?" she asked. He was still under the water, motionless.

"I think he's taking a nap." you said. You couldn't blame him.

"And that's... safe? Totally normal and good?" she asked, already knowing the answer but clearly not comfortable with it.

"Yeah. It's really comfy! I'd say you should try it, but..." you made your best gurgling sounds and flopped over the side of the pool. "... herk, bleh. Dying from too much water. You know?"

"It's called drowning." Wulf said flatly. "I know you know that word."

"Yeah, but it was funny pretending I didn't!" you insisted, "You know, weird fish girlfriend stuff. Glub glub."

"Well, you're definitely weird, that's for sure." she said, taking a seat beside the bath. "Heinrich says we know where this locket is?"

"Kinda, yeah. It sounds like it's going to be really difficult to get back, but at least it's a start. We'll figure out where it is, then steal it or whatever. Then we can fix things for good." you explained.

"Alright... Minna invited the new guys to dinner and what I presume will be extremely formal planning, so... yeah, I was supposed to let you know. Which is done now. See you then?"

"... sure I can't convince you to take a dip?" you asked. She dipped a finger in and winced.

"Nope, I'm good!"

---

About fifteen minutes later, you and Arren reentered the tavern and saw a golden opportunity. One you simply couldn't pass up.

You walked up behind Wulf while she was engrossed in conversation, and you pressed the back of your hand against her neck.

"Fuck!" Wulf just about jumped entirely out of her seat, bumping the table and causing everything to clatter as she flinched away. "Goddesses! Why?"

"Cuz I could." you explained, taking your seat. Minna was trying to look at you sternly for disrupting her meeting, but she was also trying not to laugh, so that was a win.

"So, Heinrich, please continue." she asked.

"Right. So, news. The South Macchi Confederation is the grandiose name given to a collection of seven villages and an old military fort under the leadership of one Gregor Habicht, plus loose alliance with some neighbouring..." Heinrich trailed off, looking at Minna, "I know dear, it sounds real bad, but it might not be. Apparently, the guy was a resistance fighter against the Gotha occupation, a labour agitator before that, and an anti-war type, and the people around here speak pretty highly of him."

"I still have my suspicions." Minna said grimly.

"Well, he's probably not quite an angel," Heinrich said, gesturing to himself with a huge smile on his face, "but he does sound fairly reasonable given some of his policies. He's knocked over the old dictators and capitalists in the villains they run, and people around here seem to like him. There is a chance, a chance, that he doesn't know what he's done. Perhaps he's inadvertently activated the machine and doesn't know how to turn it off, or doesn't know he's done it. Or perhaps he has a rogue element. In any case, we may be able to talk to him."

"They took me prisoner. They wanted to ransom me back to my fucking family." Lyse exclaimed.

"Yes, but... Darling, the old world nobility is not terribly popular." Heinrich said, "To a lot of little people, that might have looked righteous."

"My family stood by his country until the final days of the war. I grew up around cousins who had no fathers, because they'd died fighting to keep Macchi free." Lyse said, fire in her voice.

Oh gods, this was going to go badly, you knew it. Heinrich had his biases, and this fell square into them, and Lyse didn't seem much better.

"Both of you, cool it. Let's not relitigate this shit." you said firmly, "What else do we know?"

"Unfortunately, everything we have learned has made things seem more difficult. Their headquarters is a big mountain fortress, and it never fell to Gotha in a decade of fighting so we're probably fucked on that front. They have twenty planes and a small ground force. We have to negotiate, because I doubt we can fight them." Heinrich said.

"Well... hell, if we need help, I know some people who don't like the Confederation much, though... not exactly for great reasons." Marcus added. "Pirates up the coast found it a lot harder to operate when they moved in, which... good, fuck 'em, but if you want somebody pissed at them to be a distraction or whatever, that who. There's a bunch of them out on this island I used to fly by, they tried to recruit me a few years ago even. I bet they'd jump on a chance to fuck up the militia."

"They sound like a fun bunch." Wulf said, "I like that plan. Like, Heinrich, dude, this guy sounds like just another tyrant. I like knocking him down a peg."

"I think that's rather reductionist... besides, pirates are not exactly what I would define as well-meaning authority." Heinrich replied.

You realized people were slowly look at you as the conversation went on, and you sighed. Even when you weren't the leader, you were the leader.

---

[ ] Okay, let's go talk to this warlord.​
[ ] Okay, let's go talk to these pirates.​
[ ] Actually, fuck this. (Write In)​
There will be a part two with Heinrich shenanigans and repainting the plane.
 
Fishers don't sweat, do they?

I mean that or maybe they have a thin but dense and efficient layer of blubber.
 
[x] Okay, let's go talk to this warlord.

Honestly, I like the sounds of this place and I really don't want to knock it over if we can imaginably avoid it. Step one, see if we can negotiate in some way. Knock over the pirates in exchange for the locket or something. Only in extremis, if they can operate the leviathan and have been doing so, do we shoot the fuck out of everyone.
 
[x] Okay, let's go talk to this warlord.

We've already established that we are terrible pirates. :V
 
[x] Okay, let's go talk to this warlord.

We should probably check the place out before we go on the attack.
 
4-8: Misery One-Upsmanship
"Look, I'm not exactly super trusting of pirates. Nothing is going to stop them turning on us. I think we should go talk to this Confederation and see how reasonable they are." you said.

Neither Minna or Lyse looked terribly happy with that.

"They will recognize me. We didn't have such a good run-in before." Lyse said, looking more than a little frustrated. "I'm not particularly eager to get kidnapped again."

"So you stay home. Or stay in the plane." you said.

"... or..." Marcus looked at her as if sizing her up. "Do you still got those gas suits you were wearing before?"

"Yes, they are in our cargo plane." Minna supplied.

"Cool. You ever heard the stories of those city survivors, people who managed to survive in gas protection and stuff? She's already repainted her plane, if she wears a suit nobody's gonna know." Marcus pointed out, "That way you can lead us around in safety."

"Won't people get suspicious?" Arren asked, "Like, immediately?"

"I don't think so. The folks who make it out tend to be pretty attached to their suits, won't take their masks off unless they have to." Marcus explained.

"If you spend your whole life depending on filters to breathe, one tends to be a little reticent about parting with them." Heinrich said. "I had a classmate who spent the first fifteen years of her life in a city and she still slept with her mask beside her pillow. We can say Lyse here is a recent rescue, maybe pull on their heartstrings a little, at least until we know what the situation with them is like."

The idea of a person spending their entire life trapped behind one of those awful masks made you shiver.

"Alright. That's... actually a pretty good plan. I'm in." Lyse said. "So... what now? We leave tommorow?"

"Yes, in the morning. Six forty-five, and I mean it this time." Minna said sternly. "I would say you all are dismissed, but I think our food is arriving, so... food. I am just going to say the word food."

"Food." you agreed.

---

During dinner, and as the evening wore on and drinks were ordered, you had a chance to get better acquainted with your new allies. Marcus was instantly popular, with an easy charisma and his local knowledge to select the best drinks and share the best stories. Not just about the things he'd seen flying in the last few years, but also about his family and neighbors. His father had flown observation planes during the war, and had seen a lot of fascinating things, and Marcus had visited many of the places from those stories in short hops in his fishing plane. He told you about the trench lines ringing the old capital, the forest of artillery barrels and the strange rolling hills formed from grown-over craters, the huge zeppelin crashed into a mountainside. He'd flown into caves that had once been home to ancient dragons and around the summit of an active volcano, and he told all these stories with a vigor and enthusiasm that had everyone enraptured.

"I dunno. My dad always talked about the world like this big and wonderful place, and that the real thing that was amazing about airplanes was how they let you see more of it than humans maybe were supposed to. He'd flown from one side of the continent to the other and said he still hadn't seen a tenth of it. Like... he'd flown up to the Great Mountains, tried to get as deep as he could before he couldn't get enough altitude to clear the peaks, and he said he had five hundred kilometers more to go, that he could still see mountains on the horizon taller than that. Can you imagine?"

"So why were you sticking around fishing?" Heinrich asked, clearly a little skeptical. Marcus shrugged.

"Well, I wanted to keep a hold on the family land, just in case any relatives came knocking. I promised my dad I'd look after it, and it had belonged to my mum. It was a duty, you know? But this is more important, so... I guess it shook me out of it."

"What happened to your parents, then?" Minna asked, a little bluntly.

"My mum died when I was really little, I can't really even remember her, just got photos. My dad like... guy did his best, but he wasn't all there after that, I don't think. He got a job with some prospectors or something a few years ago, just flying up the coast, figured he could leave me for a few weeks. I was sixteen, stupid, just wanted the house to myself, so I told him to go. He didn't make it back."

A solemn silence fell over the table.

"Fuck, dude, I'm sorry, that's awful." Arren said quietly.

"Yeah, it's... I dunno. He died doing what he loved, which is pretty good I guess. His friends, the guys he was working with, says they were attacked by some clockwork planes. One of them grabbed him right out of his cockpit." he said, "Like... seriously. Even on the way out, dude had to have a great story."

There was a round of sympathetic laughter at the table.

"What about you guys?" he asked, starting on his second beer.

You filled him in on your stories, more or less, with Wulf's producing, as usual, an outpouring of sympathy and drinks. If you didn't know how bad it messed her up, you'd think she played it up for bragging rights, but she hadn't told them half of the awful shit they'd done to her. Figuring the atmosphere was close enough to warrant it, you also told Lyse and Marcus about your encounter with your God and how you'd ended up here, and while it was definitively beyond the scope of their understanding they were both sympathetic.

Finally, talk turned to Lyse, but she immediately clammed up.

"Come on. We were all super honest." you said, starting on your third beer. You normally didn't drink this much at all, but you were well behind your peers.

"It is an important teambuilding ritual, to bond over the various strains of misery you have endured." Minna said sagely. "We need to know where in the hierarchy of sadness you fit."

"Wait, the what?" Marcus asked.

"You know, the game wherein people compare their traumas and attempt to come off as most hard done by. We play it all the time, though Frau Wulf usually wins." Minna said, leaning a little against Arren with a drunken smile on her face. "The deck is somewhat stacked in her favour. Or perhaps against it."

The rest of the Minnows nodded. You know, the game.

"Hey, wild thought, let's not play that. It's just gonna fuck everyone up." Marcus said firmly.

"When I was nine years old, my mum got pregnant, which she thought she couldn't do, and all of a sudden I stopped being a person." Lyse said suddenly, "Like it wasn't even like they hated me or anything, but like I didn't even fucking exist anymore. Like... a shitty ugly candle holder or something. You can't get rid of it cause it's a heirloom, but you don't wanna leave it out where guests can find it."

"See, that's how you play." Arren said, "So what, they make you do all the work to support all your younger siblings?"

"Fuck no, that'd imply I had some kind of role to play in the family. I'd kill to be useful for my siblings. They didn't even like me being around them. Like it'd get bastard all over them or something. I have barely seen my kid brothers and we lived in the same goddess-damned house."

"So you had a house big enough that you couldn't see everyone in it at once. Interesting strategy." you added.

"Sure, big house. Empty. Lots of places for people to stick you and forget about you."

Fuck, she was good at this.

The airfield was a popular stop, and as evening came more and more pilots piled in, mostly transport fliers stopping for the night, the room filling with people until the conversation grew too loud to properly have a group conversation. You went up to the bar to get something else to drink (tea, it was time to stop the flow of beer), Heinrich coming with to top off his glass.

"I like the new guys. I've got a good feeling about this." you said confidently, waiting for your drinks.

"They're fine, darling, great. Can't wait to fly with them. I just... I can't believe Marcus is straight. He's too good looking to be straight." Heinrich said, slurring his speech a little.

"Hey, that's fine. You can avoid the inevitable war between Anny, Ronja, and Minna for him." you pointed out. "What about... that guy?"

You pointed randomly at a cargo pilot sitting off in the corner, and Heinrich studied him for a second, lost in thought. Pilots were, as a rule, a pretty queer lot, so odds were better than one might suspect with this strategy.

"... maybe. Possibly. Alright, let's do it." he said, with barely a pause between words.

"Dude, he's the first guy I pointed to. That's... you should have some standards."

"I do have standards, they're just exceeding low. Come on."'

Heinrich should have had higher standards. The man was flattered, but his wife was just in the washroom. You tried pointing out several more guys, and despite better luck with orientations Heinrich bounced off all of them. With each, he returned for another drink, and you started getting a bit concerned.

"Isabelle, darling, please stop. Being a wingman is not just pointing at random men in the bar." Heinrich said finally.

"I dunno... I've got a one hundred percent success rate at picking people up at bars, what do you want from me?" you claimed. Technically, true.

"I think I want to sit down. Sorry, dear, it's just kinda catching up with me how much I've had." he said. You helped him to a booth, and he sat heavily, blinking a bit unsteady. "Right, yeah, wow. I think I overdid it a little."

"A bit, maybe." you said, "Want me to get some water?"

"No... I think... Isabelle, darling. Dear. How are you holding up? I'm really worried about you." he said, barely managing each word.

"Heinrich, I'm fine. I'm do a lot better. I'm just worried about you passing out now, I don't think I can carry you out." you chided.

"Seriously. You've been through a lot. Especially today. The shade and all that... poor thing... are you okay?" he repeated.

"Seriously. Don't worry."

"You can talk to me if... if things aren't okay. I know I'm sort of a dick... I'm sorry, darling." he rambled, clearly not entirely taking in what you were saying.

"It's fine. You know, it's funny, you call me more dumb names when you're drunk. Why do you do that? Call everyone darling and act all... you know." you waved your hands in what you hoped was a good imitation of his mannerisms.

"It's called- it's called an affectation, dear, it's a way of being... it's... a way of deliberately signalling with your bearing and vocabulary things you want people to know about you. Everyone does it." he said. You were impressed by his vocabulary while he more or less falling down drunk.

"I don't really know what you mean. Like... what?" you asked.

"Like... Minna does it, the... contractions thing, because she wants everyone to know she follows all the rules, even though she's... not following the rules, and the rules are fake and language is bullshit. And Wulf... she talks like that because she doesn't want anyone to think she gives a fuck. Given today's revelations regarding her personal history, she's probably afraid that people will pity her if she acts like she cares. That's why she wins the misery game, she's very... good... very practiced at bragging. Urgh."

He placed his head on the table, clearly doing his best to stop the room from spinning. You were considering getting up to get somebody to help him to his room, but he kept talking.

"You do it too, you know? When you do that shit... pretending to be stupid, forgetting words. Talking like a child. Like you want to be cute, but your stupid backward cult has you thinking that women are most attractive when they're childlike and easy to manipulate. Right?"

"Gods, dude, ouch." you said. You'd never actually thought about it, but that sounded disturbingly plausible.

"See, this is why nobody likes me. People don't actually wanna hear this shit. They wanna be ignorant." he said, now muttering sleepily into his arms, "They don't want to think about it."

"Heinrich, you actively say hurtful things to people like... all the time. Maybe that's why we're a little cold." you pointed out, "Like, you're smart, but you're not some sort of supergenius who is too good at telling the truth. You're mean."

"... oh, that's how it feels." he slurred, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Anyway, so, what are you trying to signal with your whole... affection-thingy?"

"You did the thing, you knew the word, you didn't have to pretend you didn't." Heinrich pointed out.

"Whatever. So, what's the deal?" you asked again.

"... that I like dick, honey. Obviously."

That didn't seem terribly obvious to you. You wanted to ask for clarification, but Heinrich had passed out. With a sigh, you went to find somebody to help you move him.

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To say that you didn't make the six-forty-five takeoff time would be something of an understatement. Almost nobody made it back to the rooms they were supposed to, nevermind being ready to fly the next morning. You woke up in time, feeling groggy but human, Wulf collapsed beside you with her boots still on (that's how you knew she was really out of it). You found Arren when he answered Minna's door, and you raised a bit of an eyebrow at that. Not like, a problem, but also rather unexpected.

"Oh, no, she just... she got sad drunk and I didn't know how to escape." Arren said, still trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "If you wanna try to wake up her for the mission..."

"Nah, she deserves to sleep in for once in her life. And so do we, come on." You grabbed his hand and pulled him back to bed, and slept until noon.

Eventually, the team assembled on the airfield, mostly awake. The latest arrival was unsurprisingly Heinrich, who looked completely ragged. It had taken so long you'd had time to finally clean off your plane, though you were a bit disturbed that you could still see the shadow of the runes in the canvas, like the blood had burnt a little into the material. Still, it was best, not having such a horrible reminder clinging to the side of it. Now rebuild and ready to go, you were eager to fly again.

You missed flying.

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Where to first?
[ ] Let's not fuck around, go straight to their headquarters.​
[ ] Let's go to their biggest and richest town. Might be able to buy some goods there.​
[ ] Let's go to one of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move.​
 
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[X] Let's go to one of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move.

We don't know enough yet. Should be easier to figure out the political situation if we just act a bit like clueless travellers as well. Also we could learn more about them if they hire us for some random job or something.
 
[X] Let's go to one of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move.

I don't think we're very long on spending money at the moment, and half a dozen combat aircraft turning up and demanding to speak with the leader doesn't put us on a good footing really.
 
[X] Let's go to one of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move.
"Isabelle, darling, please stop. Being a wingman is not just pointing at random men in the bar." Heinrich said finally.
I should probably regret suggesting this, but I do not, in fact, regret suggesting pointing Heinrich at random men in the bar. :V


ALso, drunk Minna is cute. Drunk Heinrich is... interesting.
 
You do it too, you know? When you do that shit... pretending to be stupid, forgetting words. Talking like a child. Like you want to be cute,
Isa does this? Crap. I've totally missed that.

You found Arren when he answered Minna's door, and you raised a bit of an eyebrow at that. Not like, a problem, but also rather unexpected.
Can it be?

"Oh, no, she just... she got sad drunk and I didn't know how to escape."
Yes! We have achieved Arren/Minna cuddles! And Isa stuck the landing with zero jealousy! Welcome to the 'cule, Minna. This is a glorious day for shippers everywhere!

Now, we just need a cute portmanteau couple name. I vote for "Arrina" but I could be talked into "Minnen"

[X] Let's go to one of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move.

Let's ease into this. The smaller towns are probably the most likely to be exploited and least likely to be heavily patrolled. Let's see what the locals have to say.

We might even pick up a small job that gives us an excuse to go to the local capitol.
 
Isa does this? Crap. I've totally missed that.
It's not as pronounced as Minna or Wulf or Heinrich's thing, but she does. It's something I've been working into her speech for a long while now in small bits. It usually crops up when she's repeating herself or flirting. All the characters buffyspeak, but I try to have Isa dip into it harder than most.

I made sure to reinforce it in the previous update: her pretending not to know the world 'drowning' and her 'glub glub fish girlfriend' stuff is exactly that. I mean, ultimately Heinrich is being a dick about something pretty benign, as usual: yes surprise the scarred sexual abuse victim who was exiled from communal life affects behaviors to receive validation that shes still loveable and attractive. You got it dude.
 
Oh, yeah. Okay. I see it now.

I guess I was thinking of it less as being "self-infantilization" and more as "Isa being a bit of a goofball". Everyone gets silly sometimes.
 
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I am really glad she called Heinrich out on that, cause he really does say his observations in the bluntest/cruelest way possible; and then wonders why he's alone.

[X] Let's go to on of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move

Also, side vote for the future:
[x] scene of the night Arren and Mina had together

;P
 
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[x] Let's go to one of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move.

Hey, I read this quest (and the prequel) yesterday, and they're really great! Just realized that I should probably vote this morning though.
 
[x] Let's go to one of their smaller towns, lie low, and figure out our next move.

Hey, I read this quest (and the prequel) yesterday, and they're really great! Just realized that I should probably vote this morning though.
I will ask you the question I ask all who walk these halls... who is your favourite character?
 
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