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[X] It turns out it's nothing. It must be your imagination. You should get some sleep. Wait, your phone was ringing. You should answer it.
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Fate/Blackened Sugar
- Thread starter AnonymousRabbit
- Start date
- Fantasy Modern
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
[X] "You're bad at hide and seek, Manaka. What do you want? Don't you have to celebrate elsewhere?"
- Location
- West Michigan
[X] It turns out it's nothing. It must be your imagination. You should get some sleep. Wait, your phone was ringing. You should answer it.
tags: another bloody grail war bb channel fate fate/grand order murderbonding murderhobos ninjas sneks
bb channel
UMM
tags: another bloody grail war bb channel fate fate/grand order murderbonding murderhobos ninjas sneks
bb channel
UMM
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
According to QM, BB Channel is kind of the equivalent of the Tiger Dojo for this quest. We get a Bad Ending, we get the BB Channel.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
5 minutes
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Tie
- Location
- Your Native Universe
[X] It turns out it's nothing. It must be your imagination. You should get some sleep. Wait, your phone was ringing. You should answer it.
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- They/Them/Their
[X] It turns out it's nothing. It must be your imagination. You should get some sleep. Wait, your phone was ringing. You should answer it.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
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A Night Drink
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[] It turns out it's nothing. It must be your imagination. You should get some sleep. Wait, your phone was ringing. You should answer it.
You frowned and noted that there wasn't anything out of the ordinary with what you saw. It must be the stress you've put yourself to for the defense. It might your imagination messing with you. You should probably go to bed... But before that, a long hot shower would be in order.
Just as you were thinking that, you felt your phone vibrate. You frowned as you wondered who could be calling at this time of night. You're pretty sure your phone number was private and only accessible by your employees.
It could be your Secretary complaining about the next Investors meeting.
You should probably give her a raise. You checked your phone and looked at the number. It was unidentified. You answered it and turned to the window to reinforce it in case of a sniper.
"Hello?" You answered with a raised eyebrow.
"Greetings Mr. Derrinsmith. This is Caren Hortensia of the Church. I would like to request a meeting with you regarding a few things," a familiar voice spoke over the phone.
"I... See. Well, this meeting could wait tomorrow. I'm very tired," you tried telling her with a cough.
"I'm waiting at the address I'm about to message you. Don't be late," Caren said before hanging up.
You barely were able to say anything before you sighed. You didn't really want to deal with the church but it didn't seem like you had a choice.
.....
....
...
Standing before the shady looking bar, you entered it and rang the bell. Sure enough, a familiar nun's habit came into view within the empty establishment. A young woman with twin-tails cleaned a glass while looking up in surprise.
"Hey there. What can I get you?" The bartender asked as she set down her glass.
"Some water," you said as you walked to the waiting nun.
Caren sat quietly with a glass of clear liquid with ice. She glanced up at you and immediately spoke, "It's non-alcoholic, mind you."
"Well the first thing I was going to ask was what is a woman of the cloth doing in a place like this?" You asked with a frown.
"You would be surprised. I have a superhuman cyborg colleague that looked into a War in America," Caren said as she shook her head, "Besides that, there's no sin in dwelling in such a place and partaking in beverages non-alcoholic in nature."
"You tell yourself that. Right, so what did you need?" You asked her with an raised eyebrow.
"First and foremost, congratulations in surviving the 6th night of this damned war," Caren said as she gave you a dry look and clapped her hands rather sarcastically.
"Yes. It's a thing to be celebrated. Can I please go home," you told her with a sigh.
"I'll get straight to the point. Missing people have been on the rise ever since the war began. I've begun conducting an investigation regarding this matter. I came to ask you due to an involvement with two of your presumed employees going missing as well," Caren stated with a serious look.
Your first thoughts came to the Luctworth trying to get you through your people but the missing civilians threw you off.
"This is the first I've heard of this. Still, I do happen to have enemies that would target my people. Why ask me though?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm interviewing and asking whatever Master I could get my hands on and quite possibly offer my command seals as a reward for the capture of the culprit. I believe that the disappearances could lead to a disruption to the sanctity of this war... As ironic as that would sound," Caren said as she sipped her drink, "You wouldn't happen to know anyone, yes?"
You stared at her with a pokerface while your thoughts turned to a certain giggling omnipotent girl.
[] "Nope. I wish I did but none come to mind. I apologize but I am interested in the prospect of getting an extra seal for this."
[] Write in...
You frowned and noted that there wasn't anything out of the ordinary with what you saw. It must be the stress you've put yourself to for the defense. It might your imagination messing with you. You should probably go to bed... But before that, a long hot shower would be in order.
Just as you were thinking that, you felt your phone vibrate. You frowned as you wondered who could be calling at this time of night. You're pretty sure your phone number was private and only accessible by your employees.
It could be your Secretary complaining about the next Investors meeting.
You should probably give her a raise. You checked your phone and looked at the number. It was unidentified. You answered it and turned to the window to reinforce it in case of a sniper.
"Hello?" You answered with a raised eyebrow.
"Greetings Mr. Derrinsmith. This is Caren Hortensia of the Church. I would like to request a meeting with you regarding a few things," a familiar voice spoke over the phone.
"I... See. Well, this meeting could wait tomorrow. I'm very tired," you tried telling her with a cough.
"I'm waiting at the address I'm about to message you. Don't be late," Caren said before hanging up.
You barely were able to say anything before you sighed. You didn't really want to deal with the church but it didn't seem like you had a choice.
.....
....
...
Standing before the shady looking bar, you entered it and rang the bell. Sure enough, a familiar nun's habit came into view within the empty establishment. A young woman with twin-tails cleaned a glass while looking up in surprise.
"Hey there. What can I get you?" The bartender asked as she set down her glass.
"Some water," you said as you walked to the waiting nun.
Caren sat quietly with a glass of clear liquid with ice. She glanced up at you and immediately spoke, "It's non-alcoholic, mind you."
"Well the first thing I was going to ask was what is a woman of the cloth doing in a place like this?" You asked with a frown.
"You would be surprised. I have a superhuman cyborg colleague that looked into a War in America," Caren said as she shook her head, "Besides that, there's no sin in dwelling in such a place and partaking in beverages non-alcoholic in nature."
"You tell yourself that. Right, so what did you need?" You asked her with an raised eyebrow.
"First and foremost, congratulations in surviving the 6th night of this damned war," Caren said as she gave you a dry look and clapped her hands rather sarcastically.
"Yes. It's a thing to be celebrated. Can I please go home," you told her with a sigh.
"I'll get straight to the point. Missing people have been on the rise ever since the war began. I've begun conducting an investigation regarding this matter. I came to ask you due to an involvement with two of your presumed employees going missing as well," Caren stated with a serious look.
Your first thoughts came to the Luctworth trying to get you through your people but the missing civilians threw you off.
"This is the first I've heard of this. Still, I do happen to have enemies that would target my people. Why ask me though?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm interviewing and asking whatever Master I could get my hands on and quite possibly offer my command seals as a reward for the capture of the culprit. I believe that the disappearances could lead to a disruption to the sanctity of this war... As ironic as that would sound," Caren said as she sipped her drink, "You wouldn't happen to know anyone, yes?"
You stared at her with a pokerface while your thoughts turned to a certain giggling omnipotent girl.
A Night Drink
[] "It's Manaka. A girl named Manaka has possessed one of the Masters and is conducting a ritual to bring about blackened Servants into the war."
[] "Nope. I wish I did but none come to mind. I apologize but I am interested in the prospect of getting an extra seal for this."
[] Write in...
- Location
- The End of Glory
[X] "It's Manaka. A girl named Manaka has possessed one of the Masters and is conducting a ritual to bring about blackened Servants into the war."
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
I feel like maybe less directly accusatory would be good..?
Muramasa
Best Girl
Manaka will just do what she wants though. We have no power over her and she can kill us whenever she wants. If we're going to do something about Manaka we'll need help.
I know wanting our cake and eating it is a tall order, but I think it's worth a shot at least. We can't control Manaka, but she isn't actually that invested in the War to begin with and we amuse her. There's a chance she will listen to us, and if not, we can sell her out later.
[X] "Nope. I wish I did but none come to mind. I apologize but I am interested in the prospect of getting an extra seal for this."
[X] "Nope. I wish I did but none come to mind. I apologize but I am interested in the prospect of getting an extra seal for this."
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
Manaka's connection the Root also makes it likely that she will find out not matter how well we hide it, should we rat her out.
Sir Gawain
Down Bad for RPK16
- Location
- elmendorf texas
[X] "Nope. I wish I did but none come to mind. I apologize but I am interested in the prospect of getting an extra seal for this."
- Location
- Your Native Universe
[X] "It's Manaka. A girl named Manaka has possessed one of the Masters and is conducting a ritual to bring about blackened Servants into the war."
One, she's not going to stop no matter how nicely we ask. Two, letting her do what she wants over a longer period of time is going to bite us later down the road.
One, she's not going to stop no matter how nicely we ask. Two, letting her do what she wants over a longer period of time is going to bite us later down the road.