Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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Erien said:
Sauron is... busy.
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Erien said:
Look, the Clocktower can only be improved.

Also get as many allies as you can.
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Ranting at an empty room that somehow he ended up in a place where the powers-that-be... the Clocktower and the Mage's Association, the Counterforce and Akasha considering how Lostbelts work, damn near anything else you can name... have left him with the moral high ground. He's still an absolute dick to people but, whoop, against large scale organizations and powers the dude found himself value neutral at worst. He'll oppress the living hell out of you but at least he isn't going to turn reality into an ever-dying lovecraftian hellscape where the children of men exist as maggots in the flesh of a dead and rotting Gaia, pretty much the plot of 'Notes'.

The only problem is that the guy is vaguely competent at getting everything he touches marching in one direction rather than canceling themselves out through friction or else navel gazing the centuries away. If it wasn't for that we wouldn't notice.
 
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What's about to happen will be best described as a certified 'educated prostitute' moment
 
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Sakura's greatest test of will yet. Trying not to drag Shirou into Imaginary Numbers for some 'alone time'.
 
Sudden thought, but is it possible we are just voting on who Shirou is being shown, rather than who is actually there, and we are really talking to someone in disguise?
 
Ehhh. If you're at the point that you're assuming that the choices aren't what they seem, then the train has left the rails. Safer for one's sanity to not assume Tzeentch plots everywhere.
 
We've seen nothing of Sauron outside of side material; hell, we don't even know if him and Ophelia are even in Japan at the moment. There's just not much reason to assume foul play in who Shirou is interacting with next turn.
 
4.5 - Good and Bad Endings
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    [Sakura]

    Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

    Such are consequences.

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    It was a giggle that awoke you, and you blinked, slowly, taking in the sudden change in environment. You were… laying on your back, that wasn't unusual, most people laid on their back when they were in bed. Only you weren't, not anymore. Instead you were staring up at the roof of your classroom at midday. Nor were you, to your alarm, wearing clothes.

    Another giggle, and your eyes darted to the side, to see… a familiar face. It was Sakura, her usual sweet smile on her face. It was something that had always managed to calm you, something you had grown used to seeing, and, indeed, looking forward to seeing almost everyday. Sakura was dear to you, as dear as just about any person was, and you only wish you had more time to check up on her and make sure she was okay after everything that had happened. But things have been busy lately, too busy.

    Sakura, however, at this moment was not a calming figure however. As she was naked as the day she was born. Her beautiful purple eyes caught the light as she moved towards you, anatomy you had… admittedly thought about on more than one occasion on full display as she moved. You knew Sakura was more developed than most of the students in the school, but to have it this bluntly shown to you did much to take your mind off things. You watch as she approaches, then lowers herself onto her knees.

    Almost on instinct you back away, only to find yourself pressing against a desk. "Sakura? What's going on!?"

    Sakura pauses for a moment, her arms to either side of your waist. "I love you, Shirou." Sakura says, her smile widening. Then she moves forward again, then lowers herself further, her breasts pressing against your chest, her face just inches away from your own. "I've always loved you." She smelled wonderful, heavy of perfume. Sakura normally didn't wear any, but you were too distracted to pick out the intricacies of the smell regardless. Instead you watch, silent, overwhelmed, as Sakura leans her head down and plants her lips against yours. Her hands snake around your head, holding you there as she gently prods your lips open with her tongue.

    You open your mouth to gasp, more in surprise than anything, and she takes the opportunity to dive in. Her tongue tickles your own for a moment before she lets out a low moan that causes your entire body to vibrate and what was hard to get only harder. Her legs twist, rubbing against your anatomy, and she holds the kiss for several eternal moments longer before pulling back. Her tongue darts out to snap the line of saliva connecting the two of you, and her eyes bore into your own. "What do you think of me Shirou?"

    You find you can only stare for a few moments, lost in her eyes. Then she moves her legs again and the world snaps back into focus. "I… always cared about you Sakura." Was it more than that? You couldn't say, you had never given much thought to it. Ayako surprised you, this was yet somehow still more surprising.

    But was it?

    You knew Sakura liked you, despite your reputation at school you weren't a fool. But you weren't really someone worth loving either. But this situation as a whole didn't make sense, why were you at school? Why were you naked? Was this a dream?

    Such thoughts only last but a moment longer before she shifts herself again, her breasts pressing against your face. "It's going to be alright Shirou, you don't need to worry about anything else." Sakura whispers.

    You couldn't see anything, and for some reason your hands were responding to your requests to alleviate that situation either. You were too overwhelmed by… everything. That only got worse as you felt her shift, then a jolt shot through your body as her hand wandered down your chest towards your cro-

    "No." A new voice spoke.

    A loud smack sounds out, and Sakura violently flies off of you. You watch in mute horror, tracking her as she goes through several desks before slamming against the blackboard. It cracks, along with the wall behind it, sending down a shower of material down onto her. She looks up a split second later, seemingly unhurt. Her eyes lock onto you, then she grins, and at once you realize you are no longer looking at Sakura. Merely something wearing her face.

    Then she was gone, she didn't fade, or move. She simply ceased to be, one moment she was there, the next she was completely gone from sight, the only sign she was ever there atl all being an imprint upon the dust and debris now littering the ground.

    "Truly my Master? Truly?" a familiar annoyed voice asks.

    You turn your head back to see Caster standing just a foot in front of you staff in hand. Her hood was drawn down, but it did nothing to hide the deep frown on her face. "Can you not remain safe even in your dreams?"

    "What… was that?" you ask.

    "Not Sakura, if you are curious. Another servant I would imagine, extracting mana, or information, or both." Medea says coldly. "I would have hoped you would have been more alert. Try and be more careful."

    "I thought I was dreaming," you reply defensively.

    "You are, someone let something through the wards I set up." Caster growls. "Try and be less excited about it, my master." Medea says, her head tilting slightly downwards.

    You move your hands to cover yourself, only for her staff to dart out and stop your movement. You look back up towards her, only to find that she has disappeared as well. Then you felt her press against your back. You look back, and find her face just a short distance from your own. Her hood was still down, shielding her face, but the frown was gone. "Caster?"

    Her hands had been moving forward, but then still. The one moves back to pull down her hood. "It's Medea."

    You blink, opening your mouth, only to find yourself suddenly gritting your teeth as her gloved hand wraps around your anatomy. You lurch forward, and her other hand pulls you back against her. Then it grabs your head, turning it gently back before she plants her lips against your own. A rush of sensations overwhelm you once more, and this time in two different directions. One caused by her hand pumping your shaft, the other by the shockingly gentle kiss he was giving you despite that.

    Her head pulls back, and you find yourself transfixed by the simple smile on her face. "Think of this as payment."

    You twitch as the second hand comes around to join the first. "You… don't owe me anything."

    The smile grows, "quiet Shirou."

    Then she rapidly begins to move her hands up and down, and against your will you find yourself molding against her, gasping. Caster giggles into your ear, increasing her tempo and decreasing it depending on how you move. "Just relax boy. Let this witch take care of you."

    Then she leans forward, her teeth capturing your ear as she pumps yet harder.

    Your back goes taut, and your vision flashes as she turns you to putty in her grip. What was this?

    What was-

    You tighten again, and then go boneless in her grip, your eyes slamming shut as you release into her gloves. You open your eyes again a moment later, feeling more than a little woozy. You watch as her hands leave your softening member, then move to her face where she experimentally… licks what you had left on your hand.

    Caster's eyes narrow. "She was right, it is a good source." Caster says quietly.

    You stare at her, not sure what to say. Even if you knew what to say, you aren't sure if you could.

    Caster's eyes flick back to you, and smiling, she pokes you in the forehead.

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    You awakened to sunlight once more, this was a far less panic inducing sight however. As this was morning sunlight, and you were back on a familiar bed, in your familiar nightwear, in a familiar room. You move a hand to your chest, your heart was pounding, and you knew damn well why. What even… was all of that? Someone broke into your dream, apparently, then Medea dealt with it, then… Medea…

    Wait, morning?

    Weren't you going to leave last night?

    You push yourself up in the bed, looking towards the window. The sun had only just begun to rise, painting the skyscrapers of downtown Fuyuki a brilliant gold. It was maybe, from your guess, six in the morning. Early, but still a good dozen hours behind schedule. Did Fujimaru already leave? Did Taiga? Di-

    "Calm down piglet." A giggling voice says, interrupting your panic.

    You turn your head towards the center of the room to see… Circe, dressed in her usual robes. She's standing just beside a small metal cart, itself topped with a small bowl and a small glass. A green bottle sitting just beside it with a corked top.

    "We did leave without you my student, if you were wondering." The witch pushes the cart towards the bed, and, once it makes a stop at the edge. She gently takes the bowl up and into her hands. "Once Fujimaru laid down in bed, she was asleep almost immediately. She herself only awoke scant minutes ago. So, at Taiga's insistence we will instead be moving out this morning. Archer for his part, along with Assassin went out during the night regardless for scouting, if you must know."

    "I have classes today," you reply. Trying to figure out how to fix your schedule now.

    "Taiga is preparing work for you, and has declared to the school that you are quite under the weather."

    You blink. "Taiga is… getting me out of schoolwork? That isn't like her."

    Circe's eyes narrow. "I do hope you aren't accusing me piglet. If you must know, she recognizes that this must be solved, and quickly at that."

    Still not like her. But then, Taiga had been showing all sorts of new sides of herself lately. You twist yourself around, moving to take the bowl out of Circe's hands. Only for the witch to pull back, denying it from you.

    You blink, then look to her face.

    "I made the Kykeon, I feed you the Kykeon."

    You start to interject, but faster than you can track she takes a spoonful of it and shoves it into your mouth.

    …

    It's good.

    She pulls the spoon back a moment later, grinning at you all the while. "Now, you shall eat this meal. Shower and prepare yourself, then we shall go out together to meet this sister of yours."

    You nod your head, then open your mouth obediently as she moves another spoonful towards it. You found it more than a little demeaning, but you weren't going to argue with Circe either, not after all she had done for you up to this point.

    The meal as it was only took a few minutes to eat, and she then filled you a glass full of what was… possibly grape juice. Then moves to sit on the side of the bed. "So tell me piglet, did you have a nice dream?"

    You pause, having been halfway to lifting the cup to your lips. "Circe?" you ask, your tone enough to get the message across.

    "I only assisted," Circe says, now grinning from ear to ear. "If you must know, the silly girl made the move herself."

    You didn't need to know that. "Who was it that… visited?"

    Circe leans forward. "Who indeed? Not even I know everything piglet~"

    Then she was gone, leaving behind nothing but a feather resting upon your bed.

    She was lying, that much was obvious. But you weren't going to call her out for that, either.

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    You were pleased to note that Fujimaru, even after only one night, had lost a good deal of the baggage underneath her eyes. Indeed, the woman was slightly slouched as she stood in the courtyard of the Fujimura estate, apparently still half asleep despite resting for nearly twelve solid hours. It was a chill morning, with snow coming down fairly rapidly, and you had a sneaking suspicion that, and the thermos of coffee in her hands was all that was truly keeping her awake at the moment.

    The rest were doing far better at least. The servants were spread around, none apparently bothered by the cold. Though you do note that Circe had wrapped what looked to be a particularly fancy… poncho? Around herself. It was of the same material as the dress she normally wore, so you were unsure how exactly it was keeping her warm, but it did hang all the way down from her neck to her ankles.

    Sakura meanwhile was dressed in her usual jacket and standing just beside you, a healthy blush on her cheeks from the early morning cold. As for Taiga… well, she had already gone to school. With a distinct warning from her that if you managed to get hurt heading to Illya's she would kill you herself.

    You were fairly certain she wasn't kidding.

    "So that's it then. Mordred is staying here, Circe and Caster are going with me and Sakura to Illya's castle, while you two continue searching the city."

    Archer nods. "I'll be keeping an eye out regardless, if you run into any trouble I'll know."

    That did somewhat make you feel better, but with that monster still about… and that other archer. Well.

    It was hard to feel secure these days.

    Assassin and Archer disappear from view, the two of them beginning their mission to find that monster, and any information they could dig up about that archer you fought at the church. Leaving you with Fujimaru, Sakura, Circe and Caster. The latter you note hadn't said a word to you this morning, you really wish she would, as things felt remarkably awkward between the two of you. Though she, at least, seemed to be in a good mood.

    You take a step forward, then stop, remembering something. "Sakura?"

    The girl in question pauses, having been walking after you. She looks up instead, purple hair waving in the winter wind. "Yes?"

    Your hand flexes at your side, idly debating the best way to do this. Then you let out a breath and fully turn around to face her. Reaching forward you wrap your arms around her, bringing her up against your chest as you draw her into a hug, your chin resting on top of her head. Sakura squeaks, going rigid in your grip.

    "I know things have been rough for you lately, and I wanted to thank you for helping me so much lately."

    "Shirou I-"

    "If you ever need anything Sakura, please just let me know. Alright? I'm here for you."

    Sakura goes silent, then, ever so gently, reaches up to wrap her arms around your back. "Yes… I will."

    Then you separate, and you smile down at Sakura. The girl's rosy cheeks had now turned into a full blush, and you couldn't help but feel more than a little embarrassed.

    But the smile on her face was more than worth it.

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    You could have flown, with two servants it would have been fairly simple. But Circe had specifically requested you walk through the city. It wasn't something you particularly minded, being only an forty-five minute walk from downtown to the outskirts where the forest began. But it still came as a surprise. Circe, for her part, could only state that it was 'important' that you all did so. And despite Medea glaring at her she refused to clarify that further.

    At least however, it was a pretty morning. Fuyuki in general was always at its most beautiful during winter, the city slowed down. Forgetting the hustle and the bustle that usually came with being a modern town. There was less traffic, less people, less… life, you supposed. It was something you were always fond of, and you could say you honestly enjoyed walking in silence with the four women. Sakura remained beside you the entire way along with Fujimaru, while Caster stayed slightly behind. Circe, for her part, remained in front, her head moving from storefront to storefront, seemingly interested in all the modern world had to offer.

    You never bothered asking her what she actually knew about the modern world come to think of it. "When was the last time you left the island Circe?"

    The witch glances back, a somewhat awkward smile on her face. "Oh, not for millenia now. Much too dangerous."

    "Dangerous? How?"

    "Quite simple master," Caster replies for you. "She's an anomaly, and the root is determined to fix those whenever they appear."

    Fujimaru snorts, and you glance over at the woman. Your eyes meet, and the scarred mage just gives you a smile and shrug. "It's a long story."

    You don't understand, but you smile back. Returning your attention to Circe a moment later. "Well, I appreciate your presence regardless."

    "I know~" Circe replies, humble as always.

    It was a short walk from there to the edge of the forest. How long it would take to get to Illya's castle you couldn't say. But it only took you stepping onto the path to realize something was… wrong.

    It was a simple dirt path, barely more than one that might be used by deer, at the very edge of town where the most remote, and poorest houses resided. You were, by all accounts, in the middle of nowhere.

    But you weren't alone either.

    Beyond just the presence of the four magus around you, there was another, a heavier presence, hidden until moments ago by design. Sakura lurched, a hand shooting to her mouth, and Fujimaru gained a pained look on her face as it washed over you. It was a clawing, pulling thing, demanding you submit, you kneel, you lay down and die. You stumble, your shoes digging through the snow and into the dirt as Circe snaps out a hand to catch you.

    You look up at her, only to find her looking past you towards the city. "What… is it?" you ask, fighting the nausea you were feeling.

    "The bait worked perfectly." Circe says. She sounded different now, far more curt, with the usual song-like tone to her voice completely absent.

    You swallow, fighting the weight pressing down on you, and turn around.


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    She stood a hundred yards away, motionless as a statue just at the edge of the wood. It looked like… Rin's servant. Only it… she was wrong. Her armor was a deep black, an impossible black that seemed to take in all the light around it, only allowing the barest hint of form to be visible. Her skin was pale, deathly like a corpse, and her blonde hair had lost much of its hue.

    And she was staring directly at you with inhuman yellow eyes.

    You felt it again then, the clawing, the sickening malaise demanding your obedience. Fujimaru staggers for a moment, then plants her foot into the ground, staring at the servant. Sakura, for her part, stumbles down onto her knees, one hand sinking into the snow. You reach down to steady her, and in that moment, she moves, sword raised.



    You had only a second to think.

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    Rin's servant, something is wrong with her. But what?

    [] [Try and find Rin]
    If this is her servant, then she should be nearby.

    [] [Fight]
    It was two servants on one, with three magus acting as backup.

    [] [Retreat towards the castle]
    Try and make it to Illya's castle. You don't know how far away it is.

    [] [Retreat towards the city]
    Archer said he was watching out for you, but this will likely put innocents in danger.
     
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    • [X] [Retreat towards the castle]

    Two servants of the caster class plus three magi versus a single Saber, and we've effectively been ambushed. Whatever the results, I'm against straight-up fighting, and will pivot accordingly.
     
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    Erien said:
    She looks up a split second later, seemingly unhurt. Her eyes lock onto you, then she grins, and at once you realize you are no longer looking at Sakura. Merely something wearing her face.
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    Well, well, well. Hello there Medusa. Good to see you again.

    Erien said:
    "You are, someone let something through the wards I set up."
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    Hmm.

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    Caster's eyes narrow. "She was right, it is a good source." Caster says quietly.
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    HMM.

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    The meal as it was only took a few minutes to eat, and she then filled you a glass full of what was… possibly grape juice. Then moves to sit on the side of the bed. "So tell me piglet, did you have a nice dream?"

    You pause, having been halfway to lifting the cup to your lips. "Circe?" you ask, your tone enough to get the message across.

    "I only assisted," Circe says, now grinning from ear to ear. "If you must know, the silly girl made the move herself."
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    HMM!

    Circe be matchmaking. She presumably assisted Medusa, let the sneko get a taste before Medea came in with the steel chair, but she also presumably is the one that prodded Medea telling her Shirou juice would be a good source of magic.

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    Your hand flexes at your side, idly debating the best way to do this. Then you let out a breath and fully turn around to face her. Reaching forward you wrap your arms around her, bringing her up against your chest as you draw her into a hug, your chin resting on top of her head. Sakura squeaks, going rigid in your grip.
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    Yes, embrace the Sakura, protect the Sakura, kill an ancient bug magus for the Sakura.

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    "The bait worked perfectly." Circe says. She sounded different now, far more curt, with the usual song-like tone to her voice completely absent.
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    Hmm, not sure if Circe is trying to draw out issues in the war earlier, or trying to form a larger cluster around Shirou. Either works I guess.

    [X] [Try and find Rin]
    If this is her servant, then she should be nearby.

    Engage Shirou brain. If Rin's servant has something wrong with her, clearly Rin must also have something wrong with her. Find and save!
     
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    Nor were you, to your alarm, wearing clothes.
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    I think I read this doujin!

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    "No." A new voice spoke.

    A loud smack sounds out, and Sakura violently flies off of you.
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    BEGONE THOT!

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    "Can you not remain safe even in your dreams?"
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    Shirou: No but if it means you show up in them more I think it's a fair trade *wiggles eyebrows*

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    "Try and be less excited about it, my master." Medea says, her head tilting slightly downwards.
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    Medea quest: *make indirect questions to QM on Shirou's tower*

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    Circe, for her part, could only state that it was 'important' that you all did so. And despite Medea glaring at her she refused to clarify that further.
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    Circe has a plan! It's either shipping or a trap!

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    "Quite simple master," Caster replies for you. "She's an anomaly, and the root is determined to fix those whenever they appear."
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    *proposes we make Shirou's reality marble insist circe is fine*

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    Her skin was pale, deathly like a corpse, and her blonde hair had lost much of its hue.

    And she was staring directly at you with inhuman yellow eyes.
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    .... Rin you idiot sandwich!

    I'm not fighting... Saber has stupid magic resist iirc....

    [X] [Retreat towards the castle]

    Help your little brother Illya!
     
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    you were staring up at the roof of your classroom at midday. Nor were you, to your alarm, wearing clothes.
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    she was naked as the day she was born.
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    Circe would probably agree that clothes just get in the way.

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    Then it grabs your head, turning it gently back before she plants her lips against your own.
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    Surprise Medea Interupt!

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    "I made the Kykeon, I feed you the Kykeon."
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    looks like EVERYONE wants a piece of Shirou today.

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    Her armor was a deep black, an impossible black that seemed to take in all the light around it, only allowing the barest hint of form to be visible. Her skin was pale, deathly like a corpse, and her blonde hair had lost much of its hue.
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    ....uh-oh.

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    she moves, sword raised.
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    FUCK.

    I've got no idea what to vote for; all seem like they'd get us killed.
     
    [X] [Retreat towards the castle]

    [X] [Retreat towards the city]

    Fuck it - one of these; I don't care where we run as long as we *run*
     
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