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"Would you mind checking where Marche is?" you ask. "I'd like to speak with her."

"I see," Karna replies approvingly. "You do get on well with her..."

You scowl. "None of that. I only want a report on what's happened at Chaldea while I was in Rome."

He folds his arms, then raises one finger. "Good point. That sounds a lot better than just wanting to talk to her. I'll tell her to bring coffee while I'm at it."

"You know what I mean!" you exclaim.

"I do, but would she?"

You purse your lips and sigh heavily through your nose. "You have a point. Please tell her I'd like her to join me for lunch at the cafeteria."

"There we go," Karna says, as if you've finally figured out that the square block goes in the square hole. You angrily wave him off. You hear him snicker before he dissipates into spiritual form, off to wander the halls of Chaldea in search of one of the few remaining magi. Or a half of one, at least.

What does she think of you? And what do you think of her? You ponder the questions as the lift slowly takes you back up to the highest floor. At first blush, the answers are simple. She knows as well as anyone else that the success or failure of Chaldea as a whole more or less rests entirely on you now. She knows that that comes with certain responsibilities. And you know that she's a cast-off, a half-magus who's only within spitting distance of true responsibility because everyone else is dead. One to whom you owe your life, just as much as you owe Galahad.

Does she hate you, deep down, for receiving this power when you already had so much? She must. You know you would if your roles were reversed.

The cafeteria is moderately full, those done with their lunch steadily replaced by new arrivals as they leave. Must be a shift-work thing. It's just one of the mundanes behind the counter this time, Leonardo no doubt far too busy with more important matters. Like setting up a ring of alchemic sentry guns in a circle around Lev's cell no doubt. Luckily enough British cuisine is back in the rotation, so you pile your plate high with a full English breakfast (or near enough with the lunch menu) and retire to a table with a very full mug of tea. The latter isn't quite as good as the real thing, but dammit it's still tea and your body has been crying for it.

You're so absorbed in finally filling the yawning pit in your stomach that it takes you a moment to realise that someone's sat down opposite you. Exactly the woman you asked for, in fact. Your eyes widen - oh dear, this is rude - and quickly wash down your last mouthful with a swallow of very hot tea. You quickly throw your gaze left and right. No Karna. He's allowing the two of you some privacy. Finally you look Marche in the eye.

"Good day," you say casually.

"Good evening," she replies pleasantly. "You were starting to worry us all. If you'd stayed in bed much longer I'd have had to come check on you."

"My apologies. Rome was... trying." Now that you've been sufficiently polite, you avail yourself of the opportunity to have some more bacon. "What have I missed? What's the situation?"

Marche sighs thoughtfully, lacing her hands together on the table in front of her and twiddling her thumbs. Your eye drawn, you notice she doesn't have a tray in front of her. Has she eaten? "Well, we weren't attacked again, so that was a relief. It's possible that the expedition team managed to run into and destroy a scouting party that would've otherwise managed to breach the base. Mr. Einzbern and I were observing at the time - Orochi made short work of them."

She pauses, screwing up the corner of her mouth. "Siegfried hasn't been too... well. DaVinci said she might be able to develop new body armour for the security team based on the Armour of Fafnir, but Siegfried stormed out of his last examination and has refused to leave his hoard ever since. He's been in a real mood and I... well I haven't been brave enough to go in and check on him."

"I'm sure he'd listen to you if you were reasonable," you say.

She shakes her head. "He barely listens to Miss Edelfelt, and she's already tried. He kicked her out an hour ago."

"Well." You take a deep breath. "Karna's subdued him during one of his episodes before, so, worst comes to worst... what about the rest of the returning party from Rome?"

She blinks. Clearly that's a rather big question. She looks away from you, counting off her fingers to keep track. "Dracula went to his room and hasn't been seen anywhere else. Andersen's been his usual self. Germanicus has been down at Medea's old cell with her, Longinus and Leonardo ever since you got back. We tried assigning Remus a room but he's refused to budge from the garden. Spartacus actually went and nobody knows what's going on with him. And... I think that about covers it."

"What about Assassin?" you ask.

"You're going to have to be a lot more specific."

"The Assassin I came back from Rome with," you clarify, valiantly fighting the urge to add 'obviously'. Marche looks at you oddly.

"I didn't hear about any extra Assassin."

"Oh. Well." You pause a moment. "He'll turn up. There's a lot of Servants running around here now, and precious few places to hide. I'll be surprised if he lasts very long up against DaVinci's security measures."

"Mm," Marche says noncommittally. "Will that be all?"

"I think so," you reply, sneaking some mushroom into your mouth as you speak. "You can-"

Karna materialises across the cafeteria behind Marche. He gestures across his neck with a flat hand. You stop dead mid-chew. Oh. The thing.

"-uhh..." You wrack your brain for the right words. "How... was... your day?"

"Mm?" She doesn't seem to quite have heard you.

"Have you eaten yet?" you ask, indicating the empty space on the table in front of her. The perfect cover. "You must have worked up quite the appetite, running around all day and all night."

"Oh, don't worry about me. I snack when I can." She shrugs. "More important things to worry about."

Aha. You don't know much about normal people, but you can smell passive-aggression from thirty paces. You're almost happy.

"Have you been... alright?" you ask carefully, setting your cutlery down to give her your undivided attention. "I mean, anyone would find your position stressful, especially someone as inexperienced as you."

She just looks at you.

"In magical matters!" you save quickly. "Whatever background you might have. What is your background, if you don't mind me asking? In my, ah, 'culture', family history is a matter of public record and no small amount of loud boasting."

She nods slightly, brushing some hair back behind her ear. The action reminds you that you could've sworn she wore glasses. Are you mistaken? Did she just wear them for reading? For aesthetics? You've seen it among magi, it wouldn't be unusual. Oh no, you're distracting yourself with trivia because you don't have anything else to fall back on. Look interested!

"Not much to tell," she says. "My parents were both teachers so school was... stressful. I wanted to become a doctor like, well, like Doctor Matou. Or a vet. Turns out only really smart people get to be either, heh. I fell behind on my work, then I failed completely. I dropped out of school to do volunteer work but my parents just kept pushing and pushing and pushing me to go back. But I didn't."

"When did you realise you were a magus?"

"I didn't." Marche gives a little self-effacing smile. "I saw one of Chaldea's ads and decided to join. They test everyone like me who comes in off the street, and my name came up in the Master pool."

You open your mouth.

"Three," she says.

"... pardon?"

"I know what you were about to ask. I only have three." She pauses, glances at you. "You?"

"Thirty-five."

"Jesus."

"It's not..." You scratch behind your ear and take a breath. "You have to understand the difference between us. In magus society there exists a thing called a Magic Crest-"

"Yeah, I heard about that. A lot of the other Master candidates had them, wouldn't shut up about them. They store your spells, right?"

"They're a living record of every magus in the family line that came before," you go on. "The act of forging, and later receiving, a Magic Crest involves merging some of your own circuits with it. Thus a Crest naturally accumulates greater and greater power as it's passed on, on top of the naturally increasing circuit count in well-bred heirs. My great-grandfather received the Crest of his infertile tutor, and my father courted my mother for her exceptional genes. In... every sense of the term, I have an unfair advantage over you."

Marche sits back in her chair, hands folded on the edge of the table. "No wonder I can barely make sparks."

"Well another benefit of a Magic Crest is to act as a passive foundation for the spells recorded in it so that they become easier to-"

She just looks at you.

"To..." You sigh and sit back, defeated.

"So I'm even less than a tenth as strong as you?"

"There are a multitude of factors that go into the potency of magecraft beyond pure circuit-count such as the individual quality of each circuit but..." You pause. You know that look she's giving you. It's the look of someone who will not be taken in in the slightest by any attempt to break it to them gently. "... yes. In broad, theoretical terms, I'm over thirty times the magus you are or ever could be."

Marche nods slightly to herself. She doesn't say anything else. The silence stretches on long enough that you have to break it.

"Wasn't this part of your briefing?"

"My training was mostly secretarial, funnily enough," she says with a bitter half-smile. "Not that I didn't train in magic, I learned how to channel my od and stuff. But like I said, I was only ever supposed to summon someone low-impact like a Caster or an Assassin and just sit on the sidelines."

You feel the overwhelming urge to correct her terminology - it's magecraft for comprehensible mysteries and True Magic for incomprehensible ones, no one casts 'magic' - but you suppress it.

"Is there..." Of course there's nothing you can do. That's an empty platitude. How can you help her if you can't even understand her? You can't comprehend what it must feel like to be her, to be part of something so vast and all-important yet still so powerless and insignificant. But then again, you suppose it can't hurt to ask. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

She shakes her head. Lifting her gaze to meet yours. "I appreciate the thought. I really do. I guess sometimes it's just hard to keep in mind how hard it is for you, too. Regardless, I was trying to spend time with Leonardo when I could before... y'know, Lev came back. If she can be a Caster, if she could do all this, then maybe I still have a chance?"

"Oh, speaking of which," you say. "The newest Grail summoned the Queen of May. She's a druid and she seems pleasant, so if you're still looking to learn you might want to go track her down."

"Oh!" Marche smiles a little. "I had my own plans but I might just do that. Thank you."

You wave your hand dismissively. "It's nothing."

"Anyway, I should really get going." Marche practically leaps up from her seat. "I'm distracting you from your food. Last thing you need right now is to be kept up and hungry."

"Mm. Od depletion does things to the appetite." You barely restrain yourself from launching back into your meal. "Good day."

She excuses herself, and you feel the stress begin to melt away again as you feed the hungry pit in your stomach with still-warm food. You finish with the mushroom and tomato and get to work devouring the sausage as Karna takes Marche's recently-vacated seat opposite you. He politely waits for you to speak first. You dab your lips with a napkin.

"So. How did I do?"

Karna wiggles his hand in a 'so-so' gesture. "The best anyone could hope for, really."

You almost roll your eyes. "I'm serious. I don't know how the likes of her think, I need your help."

Karna shrugs. "I'm calibrated for your kind, too. She's... mm. It's hard to put into words. But suffice it to say, you certainly ended up stopping things from getting worse."

"High praise," you remark. "And speaking of stopping things from getting worse, I have a dozen people to deal with tomorrow so I think I'm going right back to my room."

"I'll come in and move you every hour or two to prevent bedsores."

"I'm not out of Command Seals yet."

***

One oft-unspoken upside to being a trained magus. It's incredibly easy to hypnotise yourself to sleep when you set your mind to it. Doubly so in your case, when sleep is exactly what your tortured body needs. You wake up the next morning at 6am on the dot, refreshingly punctual once more. You hardly leap out of bed, but there's a certain spring in your step as you rise and dress yourself. Four, of course, remains curled up in a ball of fluff 'fourr~'ing to himself.

You're going to need that energy. You've got plenty to do today.

[ ] Siegfried sounds like a ticking time bomb, and if Luvia can't assuage his neuroses you'd better take a crack at it yourself. If you can't help, at least you doubt you can hurt much.

[ ] Dracula's in need of a debriefing. The nature of his second Noble Phantasm has an array of startling implications for a spirit already suffering from quite the identity crisis. You should do what you can.

[ ] Spartacus is a bit of an elephant in the room. Certainly got the shape for it. You don't yet know the effects of a Servant such as him leaving the cultural sphere that warped them, and it's in your best interests to check quickly.

[ ] Remus is going to be a handful. For such a staunch champion of Gaia and enemy of humanity, he must be going mad in the presence of so much technology. Maybe you can at least stop him chewing the walls.

[ ] 'Maid Marian' might be an intriguing subject to pursue. Perhaps some light questioning can get you further towards solving the riddle of her nature. You'll get her to admit she's the Queen of May yet.

[ ] Go find Einzbern and the others. There's been a lot of resources dedicated to keeping the prodigal Professor Uvall locked up, and by the lack of anything catching fire the past twenty-four hours it seems to have worked. Best to check in on the situation quickly.
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Oh my god its everything i ever wanted

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[X] Spartacus is a bit of an elephant in the room. Certainly got the shape for it. You don't yet know the effects of a Servant such as him leaving the cultural sphere that warped them, and it's in your best interests to check quickly.
 
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Chapter One Hundred And Twenty-Seven: Chaldea's Dragons
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    • There's only one thing you can realistically prioritise. Siegfried's hardly been the most stable of people since France and assigning Luvia to be his maid (good lord that's going to come back and bite you soon) was only ever meant to be a stopgap. You have to resolve the situation now, decisively.

    Very easily said, isn't it?

    You take a slow, deep breath, in and out. You straighten your back and square your shoulders. You steel your mind for the coming challenge, open your door, and step outside.

    And trip.

    "WAH!"

    You stumble and find your feet, steadying yourself against the opposite wall with both hands. You whirl. Orochi's lying on the floor in front of your door, looking guilty.

    "... I didn't see you when you came back from Rome and I was worried," he mumbles.

    You sigh, relaxing by degrees, and put your hands on your hips. "I'm alright. I was just exhausted and hungry after everything that happened. I ate in the cafeteria, so you must have just missed me."

    "Oh." Orochi bites his lip and averts his eyes. "Sorry."

    You squat down. "I'm not angry. I just had a lot on my mind. Siegfried hasn't been doing so well, so I was going down to check on him."

    "Oh!" Orochi brightens, springing to his feet. You hastily rise to meet him. "I wanted to talk to him! But I never see him outside his room and, well, Marche told me that it's rude to walk into people's rooms without knocking and being let in and I knocked on Siegfried's door a lot of times but he never let me in."

    "Well, hopefully he'll let me in," you say, mostly to yourself. "You can come along, if you'd like. The company would be appreciated."

    Orochi beams like a child. You avert your eyes with an embarrassed half-smile until your peripheral vision confirms he's stopped being so... sunny. He stands around, waiting patiently for you to take the lead. The fearsome Eightfold Dragon of the Hi River - Servants really aren't ever what they seem, are they? You turn and make your way through the dormitories, Orochi's bare feet almost whisper-quiet in your wake.

    You don't have far to go. The 'executive' dormitories were meant to house over fifty individual magi and the mundanes already had their accommodations squared away, so the Servants have been claiming the empty spaces one by one. Your only delay is sending a quick message to Marche (containing a spelling error but you let it slide with great effort) to ask for Siegfried's room number. Looks normal enough from the outside. The inside, well... you're trying not to let your imagination run too wild with worst-case scenarios. You knock.

    One second passes. Two. Three. Ten. You purse your lips and knock again. More silent seconds pass, Orochi hovering expectantly at your shoulder. You knock a third time.

    "Leave me be!" a voice growls from within. You may not have spoken with Siegfried much but you don't remember his voice being that gravelly.

    "Siegfried, it's Rostam," you call through the door patiently. "I'm sorry we haven't spoken as much as I'd have liked but I've had a great deal to deal with."

    "Why are you here now?" the voice asks accusingly, almost petulant. "Want to take something else from me? Gold? Jewels? Scales? Blood? Or are you just looking to make me behave?"

    Your brow furrows. "Siegfried, it was your choice to come back to Chaldea with us. I thought there was an understanding that-"

    "That what? That I would be protected? That I would be an equal?" The voice scoffs, loudly. "I am nothing to you but a tool! A pile of gold to be taken from, a curiosity to be studied, a monster to be feared and shied away from! I have no more patience for your lies. Leave, now. Or suffer the consequences."

    You hold your fist against the door, lips pursed tight. You knew this wasn't going to be simple of course, but still. How can Siegfried be so blatantly unreasonable? So... so childish? Everything he said was so patently untrue that this whole situation can be nothing more than a temper tantrum. You expected so much more from a hero of his calibre.

    But... you can hardly give up and leave. So you stay where you are, lean in a little closer to the door, and speak. "Siegfried, may I please come in?"

    Silence. Not the short, sharp, petulant 'No!' you were expecting. No immediate acquiescence either. You share a look with Orochi. He looks just as lost as you are. You stay still, silent, waiting. Perhaps Siegfried's listening, waiting for you to give up and leave.

    If there's one thing you've learned through your bond with Galahad, it's how to be stubborn.

    "... enter." Curt and dismissive, harder to hear through the door. You take a deep breath. That's one hurdle cleared.

    You glance at Orochi. He gives you a thumbs-up. You wonder who taught him that. Then you tap the button to open Siegfried's door and step inside.

    All the furniture is gone. Or rather, dealt with. You can spy a few bits of smashed debris that might be remnants of the bookshelf and desk, but it's hard to make out through the flames. An improvised firepit burns away in the centre of the room, filling it with thick smoke that swiftly escapes into the hall the moment you open the door. The room is near-lightless from it, the fire reduced to little more than a dark red-orange glow. The firelight flickers across the piles of treasure, making them shine flame-gold in the gloom. Not just a single pile but an entire layer of gold and gems and other precious items, rising and falling like a frozen ocean of wealth. Das Rheingold.

    And in the middle of it all, atop the largest swell, lies a dragon. It takes you a heartstopping moment to pick out any further details in the darkness. Still just Siegfried's human size, no great and terrible wyrm ready to burst free of Chaldea like an egg. Still bipedal, even if the shape is lying atop the gold like a cat upon a favoured perch. Half-curled, half splayed out, hovering on the border between relaxation and wary alertness. Siegfried clutches Balmung's bare blade tight to his chest like a pillow or a toy, jealously guarding it from any who would take it. The bright sigil on his chest throbs like an infected wound in time with his heartbeat. His flesh is peeling away as if necrotising, scales bulging up unnaturally from beneath the meat. Cancerous tumours making him split at the seams. Black talons curl from his fingertips, having punched through flesh that clings to his hands like ragged gloves. Wings, malformed little things with peeling membranes, twitch against his shoulderblades. A tail curls from the base of his spine and over one leg, stunted and weak.

    A crown of curled horns erupt from his thick, white hair, one pair curling forward over his ears, another corkscrewing straight back. Through the crack in this curtain of snowy hair you see him crack one eye open. See the nictitating membrane roll back to expose a slit-pupiled, amber lantern of an eye.

    A deep, rumbling growl escapes his throat as that eye lands squarely on Orochi.

    "Did you bring another Servant to kill me!?" he snarls. A blast of furnace-air rocks you back, makes you shield your eyes. The smoke is so thick it's like you're underwater. It's all you can do to sip at the air before diving back down beneath the surface. The door slides shut automatically behind you, trapping you in the dragon's lair.

    "I was doing nothing of the sort-!" you protest in a weak voice.

    "Liar!" The flames intensify, rising higher. A flash of light that briefly exposes Siegfried in all his sickly horror. Gold clinks against gold as he strops his talons against the shining coins. "Did you think I had forgotten France? How you set your Servant on me to beat me into submission when I misbehaved!? No more! I will not be cowed so-"

    "You don't look very well," says Orochi.

    "Yes, and?" Siegfried snaps in the throaty growl of a predator.

    "It looks really painful. Are you in pain?" the other Saber asks earnestly.

    "..." Siegfried's eye flicks aside. "It is nothing. Trivial."

    "I ran away and hid when I was in pain too," Orochi goes on as if Siegfried hadn't even spoken. "But I wasn't... hurt. What I mean is I wasn't wounded, but it hurt. In those days it was hard for me to understand what that meant."

    Siegfried regards Orochi with a narrowed eye. "What are you saying?"

    "The people here are nice. Some of them think we're scary but... well, we are." Orochi smiles a little. Then his face falls. "... I'm sorry. You're lonely because he was busy looking after me instead of you."

    "Don't be ridiculous!" you interject. "Orochi you are hardly to blame. I spent my time how I saw fit and I just so happened to..." What's the word? How do you phrase this in a way that sounds honest? "... 'help' you first because that's simply how things turned out. And then I was busy dealing with Corday and Sanson's problems right up until I had to leave for Rome."

    You realise halfway through that you should probably be addressing Siegfried too, and turn to face him. He's not looking at you. His visible eye is averted, looking into the middle distance pensively.

    "... hmf," he says haughtily, and offers no further comment.

    You think for a moment. "Very well. I see you're hardly in the mood to listen to me, and I can hardly fault you for that. Frankly I'm amazed you were willing to speak face to face."

    "And I that you had the nerve to step into my lair," comes a threatening retort.

    "I'm not afraid of you, Siegfried," you say bluntly. Twin jets of hot steam huff from his nose. You glance at Orochi. "Do you have any suggestions? They'll seem a lot less like orders coming from you."

    "Have you tried going outside?" Orochi asks. "I like eating at the cafeteria or sitting in the garden because lots of the humans come through and I get to talk to them."

    Siegfried looks at Orochi like he just suggested eating Balmung.

    "It really doesn't interest you at all?" you press carefully.

    "... I tire of this," Siegfried grunts, letting his chin drop down onto his crossed arms with a thump. The fire below him burns dim, plunging him into orange-tinted shadow. "Leave, now."

    You glance at Orochi. He looks downcast. You glance back at Siegfried. You can't see the light of his reptilian eye any more, so it seems he's elected to try and take a nap rather than speak to you any further. Have you already pushed as far as he can go?

    [ ] Push him to go outside. He won't do his mood any favours by continuing to hide away in this dark hole like Chaldea will just forget about him. If he's self-conscious about his appearance then fine, you and Orochi will go with him and make everyone accept that he's a part of this community.

    [ ] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?

    [ ] Respect his wishes and leave. You'd rather show you're willing to listen to him rather than push him until he bites back.
     
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    • Getting in an update before officially taking one month to actually write something is hardly an improvement, I know. I can't apologise enough for my weakness and lack of productivity. But let this update show that despite all that I still don't want to let this quest die, no matter what. And I hope it can still make the people who read it happy.

    Incidentally I am opening a Patreon and all pledges will be made in quartz, every SSR I roll is one more update.
     
    Yeah just leaving will get us nowhere. Let's not do that.

    I have to make dinner, so I can't analyze more than that, someone do it for me.
     
    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?
     
    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?
     
    ZerbanDaGreat said:
    You stumble and find your feet, steadying yourself against the opposite wall with both hands. You whirl. Orochi's lying on the floor in front of your door, looking guilty.
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    "I heard you were seeing wyrms other me, Master."

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    "... I didn't see you when you came back from Rome and I was worried," he mumbles.
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    I'm sorry, Orochi! I tried, but the others wouldn't let me!

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    Orochi beams like a child. You avert your eyes with an embarrassed half-smile until your peripheral vision confirms he's stopped being so... sunny. He stands around, waiting patiently for you to take the lead. The fearsome Eightfold Dragon of the Hi River - Servants really aren't ever what they seem, are they? You turn and make your way through the dormitories, Orochi's bare feet almost whisper-quiet in your wake.
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    Our snake is cute! He's really cute!

    [X] Push him to go outside. He won't do his mood any favours by continuing to hide away in this dark hole like Chaldea will just forget about him. If he's self-conscious about his appearance then fine, you and Orochi will go with him and make everyone accept that he's a part of this community.
    Dragons should be part of our world!
     
    Orochi never stop being you.

    Right uh, part of me wants to have Siegfried go outside and bond with Remus over being living pincushions but on the other hand Sanson and Corday.

    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?

    "Yeah so we solidified our friendships with Rostam by fighting the parts of ourselves we hate, doesn't that sound fun?"

    *loud hissing*

    ZerbanDaGreat said:
    Getting in an update before officially taking one month to actually write something is hardly an improvement, I know. I can't apologise enough for my weakness and lack of productivity. But let this update show that despite all that I still don't want to let this quest die, no matter what. And I hope it can still make the people who read it happy.

    Incidentally I am opening a Patreon and all pledges will be made in quartz, every SSR I roll is one more update.
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    Hey man you're doing fine with this, I mean if it were me well...*looks at three dead quests*

    Also I'd back that Patreon if I wasn't using my Quartz to get through Camelot and I wasn't saving my actual money for school stuff til I start work again. :V
     
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    You stumble and find your feet, steadying yourself against the opposite wall with both hands. You whirl. Orochi's lying on the floor in front of your door, looking guilty.
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    Orochi! Hi! It's been so long. I missed you! I really missed you!
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    You glance at Orochi. He gives you a thumbs-up. You wonder who taught him that.
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    Orochi! You're cute! The cutest! The best! I want to see you more. I'll draw you more! I can draw you better than before!

    But really, Siegfried really does not look well.

    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?
     
    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?
     
    I Can't Believe My Orochi Is This Cute.

    ...Now there's a sentence you'd never hear normally.

    I love this quest/series so goddamn much...

    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?

    Though really I want him to hear about Orochi. Come on Sieg, we're basically best friends with one of the most fearsome monsters of Japanese myth. The fact that he has turned out to be adorably nice is completely irrelevant.
     
    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?
     
    [ x] Push him to go outside. He won't do his mood any favours by continuing to hide away in this dark hole like Chaldea will just forget about him. If he's self-conscious about his appearance then fine, you and Orochi will go with him and make everyone accept that he's a part of this community.
     
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    Can't Believe My Orochi Is This Cute.
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    It sounds dirty out of context.

    [X] Push him to go outside. He won't do his mood any favours by continuing to hide away in this dark hole like Chaldea will just forget about him. If he's self-conscious about his appearance then fine, you and Orochi will go with him and make everyone accept that he's a part of this community.
     
    SoothingCoffee said:
    It sounds dirty out of context.

    [X] Push him to go outside. He won't do his mood any favours by continuing to hide away in this dark hole like Chaldea will just forget about him. If he's self-conscious about his appearance then fine, you and Orochi will go with him and make everyone accept that he's a part of this community.
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    It sounds dirty in context of knowing where the quote is from.
     
    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?

    This one feels like it doesn't push Siegfried completely out of his comfort zone and risk too much backlash while still helping him out so I'll go with it.
     
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    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?
     
    [X] Offer to update him on the others. You think you might have seen a hint of interest when you mentioned Corday and Sanson. Perhaps hearing about the steps they've made will motivate him?

    Idle question. Is there some other Australian poster I can hire to be the drop-bear on Zerban's back?
     
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