Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Sorry, everyone, but the update won't be up today. I'll try to get it up as soon as I can tomorrow.
Flandre's Quest (Touhou) World - (Madness Quest)
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Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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Excursion End
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Keep Illy and Miyu for a bit longer.
- [X] Let them show you the food stalls. (The one Tatsuko frequents.)
- [X] Luvia may, of course, come along if she wishes.
- - [X] Ask more about Shirou. Just curious.
You shrug back before turning to Luvia and grinning. "Oh, no, we know where we're staying and how to get there. You don't need to worry about us. But, there's still plenty of time left for exploring. And you haven't shown us the most important places yet!" You mock-glower at Illya and she looks around uncertainly. Luvia frowns, apparently unhappy about being defied.
"Um … what are you talking about?" You titter and waggle your finger.
"Food! You can tell a lot about people by the kinds of food they like and what's available, after all." Illya blinks at you, seemingly stunned by the revelation.
"Um … well, I guess …." Luvia clears her throat.
"Hold on!" Illya jumps and you glower at the mage, but she simply gives you an even look. "Now that I know what is going on, I can allow Miyu to continue. Illyasviel, however, has people who are worrying about her. They even asked if I knew where you were! So if you are going to go along with this, then I am going to insist that you contact your home to obtain their permission first." Illya hunches her shoulders and looks at the ground. You frown; she hadn't called anyone while showing you around, but you can hardly believe that she wouldn't have sent a message before going out with you! It's not like she didn't have the time …. She looks over at you uncomfortably and you nod.
"I must agree with the mage; speak with your caretakers." She nods and walks away to make the call in some privacy. You look back at Luvia. "And you, Hakkapeliitta? I don't mind if you come along, although I wonder if someone of your age and standing can afford to be wandering around with a group of children." Her eyebrows rise as you start to speak, but at the end she simply smiles confidently and walks over to stand behind Miyu and place an arm around her shoulders.
"You might not have noticed it, but we are family. And family are never embarrassed to be out with one another." You start to retort, because Miyu is obviously not Finnish - but she gives you a stern look and settles herself almost protectively against the older girl. Fiction or not, there is a bond between them. You bow politely.
"Flan! There's still some ice cream left!" You turn back to Ilya and hop forward as she holds out the last bit of treat for you. You smile and lean forward, simply eating it out of her hand and nuzzling her when you finish. Illya walks back and waits for you to turn back to her.
"Well, um, I can stay out a bit longer, but, um …." She blushes and looks down at the ground. "I … kinda had to tell her a little bit about you." You giggle.
"Did you tell her that I was pushy and self-centered?" She shakes her head quickly and you pout. "Why not? It's true!" She stares at you and you grin. "So, we can keep going, right?" Illya looks around and hunches her shoulders when she realizes that everyone is waiting for her approval, but after a moment Miyu steps forward and puts a hand on her shoulder. She smiles at the dark-haired girl and nods more confidently.
You walk along the well-ordered stalls as Illya continues to chatter. She isn't quite as nervous as she used to be, but she's definitely not completely at ease. You stop and look at a strange covered booth. "Illya? What's this?" She frowns for a moment before smiling.
"Oh! It's a photo booth. You can get your picture taken, and there's room for a few people, too." You poke your head inside the curtain, looking around curiously, then turn around to look pleadingly at Ilya.
"Ilya? Take a picture with me?" She looks uncomfortable - not surprising, really - and you pout as adorably as you can. The butler wheels her closer and you hold the curtain open so she can look inside. "Please?" She keeps looking inside before smiling shyly at you.
"Okay, Flan." You clap your hands happily and pick her up out of the wheelchair. Illya pokes her head into the booth and shows you how to make it work. You grin at the mirror and hug Ilya against you while making the two-fingered sign Illya showed you. The camera goes off and a small strip of pictures comes out of the slot. You giggle happily and clap your hands - then you snuggle closer to Ilya and take another picture while you and Ilya nuzzle each other's cheeks. You grin as a thought strikes you and edge away from Ilya. She tilts her head curiously and you shake your head.
"One moment," you say before ducking out of the stall. Your target is … there! You grab Illya and drag her, protesting, to the stall. Miyu raises a hand, startled by your actions, but you ignore her so you can push Illya into the booth. "Now, take a snuggly picture, okay? You're not getting out until I'm happy!" Illya squeaks and flounders, but Ilya merely gives you a look before shaking her head. You giggle and stick out your tongue before ducking back to give them some privacy. Now, who should go next …? About a minute goes by as you consider your options before Illya passes out a strip of pictures. The two of them are sitting slightly apart, their heads touching, and their hands joining to form a heart shape. It is appropriately snuggly. You sigh happily and look into the booth. Illya is blushing again, and Ilya looks a little uncomfortable. "Good, good! Hm, maybe you and Berserker next?" Ilya stares at you before laughing and shaking her head. She has a point - you could probably fit his head in here, but not much else. You wave Illya out, then carry Ilya out. Before you can select the next pair, however, Luvia prods Miyu forward.
"Come, Miyu. It's our turn now." Miyu stumbles, not quite resisting but definitely unfamiliar with the idea. "Auguste, be ready." Despite the command, she sends Miyu in first … well, even small minds have similar thoughts to great ones once in a while. You settle Ilya in her chair and fuss over her.
"… Thank you, Flan." You lean forward a little and turn your fussing into a hug - not tight or energetic, but the simple relaxing hug of two people holding each other. Then you pull away and stick your tongue out at her and she laughs. You look up to see Illya watching you, seeming to be slightly unhappy about something, with the butler standing very close to her. You stand up and stretch, turning the motion into a look around. Something has seemed off for a while … ah. You see a bit of suspiciously familiar black hair sitting at a bench not far from you. You can't be certain, of course, without seeing her face, but the likelihood is very high. You consider throwing her in with Luvia, but it's not worth the effort just to get a little bit of fun from tormenting Tohsaka. Besides, it's probably better to imagine how she feels about being left out - unwanted. You chuckle as you complete your scan of the surrounding area - and then Luvia steps out of the booth and the butler picks up Illya and carries her to replace his mistress. Luvia chuckles to herself before smirking at you. You shake your head. After a few minutes the two girls slip out of the booth, each with a few sheets of pictures carried unobtrusively. Illya coughs and laughs nervously as everyone gathers back together.
"Um, where were we?"
"You were about to tell us which of these places I should avoid like the plague because Tatsuko has a high probability of being there." Ilya sighs at your candid response as Illya's face falls. Luvia claps her hands.
"Before we go on, we should at least get something to eat. Auguste?" She looks around, hesitating minutely when she passes over the suspicious-looking hair, and points at a stand with meat buns and other carry-out dishes. "If you would." He bows and walks toward the stand, coming back after a few minutes with a large platter of food. Illya chuckles weakly.
"Uh, that's the place Tatsuko likes." You sigh, wondering if that implies something about Luvia, but the food does end up tasting pretty good. Just goes to show you that good taste doesn't really relate to the likelihood of survival. After the short meal, Illya looks around, contemplating where to take you next.
"Hey, Illya, you never did tell us anything about your brother." Miyu stiffens again as Illya jumps, startled. Ilya frowns, thinking, and Luvia frowns at Illya, probably wondering what she's going to be talking about.
"My brother …." Illya looks down and twiddles her thumbs, a silly grin trying to stay on her reddening face. "He's … he's kind, and gentle. He doesn't give up. He's a wonderful cook - he's great at all kinds of housework, actually. Sella keeps yelling at him to stop doing her job, but I don't think she'll get her way." You tilt your head, barely keeping an eye on Miyu as her head droops ever lower. Resentment? Or something else?
"Is he strong?" Illya laughs and shakes her head.
"Well … I mean, he's athletic and he does stuff, so he's not weak, but he's not …."
"So he's not a hero?" You glance at Ilya, but it's hard to read her face. Illya shakes her head slowly. "Then of course you're going to take care of him, right, Illyasviel von Einzbern?" Illya frowns, confused and worried.
"Um, isn't it … usually the other way around? The older sibling protects the younger one?" Ilya scoffs at the reply.
"Didn't you just say that he's not strong? He's not secretly a mage with an ability that lets him fight against Heroic Spirits, right? Then right now you are the stronger one. It is your responsibility to ensure the safety of Emiya Shirou." Luvia's jaw drops and she stares at Illya. Miyu looks back up at Ilya, frowning unhappily.
"Oh, my! A tragic backstory? Tell us, tell us!" You jump as the Device pops out from Illya's backpack and floats toward Ilya, only to be grabbed by Illya.
"Ruby! Um, I'm sorry about that." Ilya glares at the Device before closing her eyes and sighing deeply.
"Really. Berserker is a better conversationalist." She shakes her head and looks back at Illya.
"And what happens if she cannot protect - her brother?" Ilya looks at Luvia and smiles, that sweet and evil grin that you so adore.
"Then when I find out, I'll come back here, kill her, and take Emiya Shirou away." All three of the girls stiffen, either in surprise or fear, but then Miyu and Luvia step up protectively next to Illya; you sidle closer to Ilya and the butler manages to appear beside his mistress. Ilya looks them over and sighs, suddenly looking bored. "Flan, I'm tired. Let's go back to the hotel, okay?" You grin and slip to the side so you're holding the wheelchair - and then Ilya holds up a slender ivory rod before snapping it between her fingers. You appear in the lobby of the hotel, and everyone stops to stare at you as Ilya takes a shuddering breath. You hold your friend's shoulder as everyone else shakes themselves and goes about their business, ignoring the two of you except as necessary to avoid running into you. You start pushing Ilya to the elevator as she calms down. "… Did I go overboard, Flan? Should I … have not said that to her?" You think about it for a moment before leaning forward and sliding your arms around Ilya.
"If you meant it, if you really want her to protect her brother - then it's fine. You didn't go too far. If you just wanted to make her afraid of you, then it's fine, too!" Ilya laughs and leans her head back.
"Thank you, Flan. And … thank you for coming with me. I had a lot of fun." You grunt and shift so you can nuzzle her cheek-to-cheek as the elevator rises to the penthouse. Patchouli probably meant for you to learn something by having you appear in the lobby and not the suite itself, right now you're leaning toward 'wanted you to learn that she still dislikes you.' Then the elevator opens up on a rather absurd sign in a language that resembles German but very definitely isn't. You and Ilya stare at it for a moment.
"Anyway … are you really tired, Ilya?" She shudders and tears herself away from the sign, then nods.
"I am, unfortunately. I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to go to sleep." You smile and nod at her - given that you were out and about, and actually doing things for most of the daylight hours, it's not that surprising.
"It's fine, Ilya. You enjoyed yourself, right?" She nods and you reach forward to hug her. "Then everything went well." You start pushing Ilya down the hall to the main room.
What do you do?
[ ] Go to sleep as well.
[ ] Stay up and talk to Patchouli.
- Any particular questions?
[ ] Other?
DM Note: The sign:
- [X] Let them show you the food stalls. (The one Tatsuko frequents.)
- [X] Luvia may, of course, come along if she wishes.
- - [X] Ask more about Shirou. Just curious.
You shrug back before turning to Luvia and grinning. "Oh, no, we know where we're staying and how to get there. You don't need to worry about us. But, there's still plenty of time left for exploring. And you haven't shown us the most important places yet!" You mock-glower at Illya and she looks around uncertainly. Luvia frowns, apparently unhappy about being defied.
"Um … what are you talking about?" You titter and waggle your finger.
"Food! You can tell a lot about people by the kinds of food they like and what's available, after all." Illya blinks at you, seemingly stunned by the revelation.
"Um … well, I guess …." Luvia clears her throat.
"Hold on!" Illya jumps and you glower at the mage, but she simply gives you an even look. "Now that I know what is going on, I can allow Miyu to continue. Illyasviel, however, has people who are worrying about her. They even asked if I knew where you were! So if you are going to go along with this, then I am going to insist that you contact your home to obtain their permission first." Illya hunches her shoulders and looks at the ground. You frown; she hadn't called anyone while showing you around, but you can hardly believe that she wouldn't have sent a message before going out with you! It's not like she didn't have the time …. She looks over at you uncomfortably and you nod.
"I must agree with the mage; speak with your caretakers." She nods and walks away to make the call in some privacy. You look back at Luvia. "And you, Hakkapeliitta? I don't mind if you come along, although I wonder if someone of your age and standing can afford to be wandering around with a group of children." Her eyebrows rise as you start to speak, but at the end she simply smiles confidently and walks over to stand behind Miyu and place an arm around her shoulders.
"You might not have noticed it, but we are family. And family are never embarrassed to be out with one another." You start to retort, because Miyu is obviously not Finnish - but she gives you a stern look and settles herself almost protectively against the older girl. Fiction or not, there is a bond between them. You bow politely.
"Flan! There's still some ice cream left!" You turn back to Ilya and hop forward as she holds out the last bit of treat for you. You smile and lean forward, simply eating it out of her hand and nuzzling her when you finish. Illya walks back and waits for you to turn back to her.
"Well, um, I can stay out a bit longer, but, um …." She blushes and looks down at the ground. "I … kinda had to tell her a little bit about you." You giggle.
"Did you tell her that I was pushy and self-centered?" She shakes her head quickly and you pout. "Why not? It's true!" She stares at you and you grin. "So, we can keep going, right?" Illya looks around and hunches her shoulders when she realizes that everyone is waiting for her approval, but after a moment Miyu steps forward and puts a hand on her shoulder. She smiles at the dark-haired girl and nods more confidently.
You walk along the well-ordered stalls as Illya continues to chatter. She isn't quite as nervous as she used to be, but she's definitely not completely at ease. You stop and look at a strange covered booth. "Illya? What's this?" She frowns for a moment before smiling.
"Oh! It's a photo booth. You can get your picture taken, and there's room for a few people, too." You poke your head inside the curtain, looking around curiously, then turn around to look pleadingly at Ilya.
"Ilya? Take a picture with me?" She looks uncomfortable - not surprising, really - and you pout as adorably as you can. The butler wheels her closer and you hold the curtain open so she can look inside. "Please?" She keeps looking inside before smiling shyly at you.
"Okay, Flan." You clap your hands happily and pick her up out of the wheelchair. Illya pokes her head into the booth and shows you how to make it work. You grin at the mirror and hug Ilya against you while making the two-fingered sign Illya showed you. The camera goes off and a small strip of pictures comes out of the slot. You giggle happily and clap your hands - then you snuggle closer to Ilya and take another picture while you and Ilya nuzzle each other's cheeks. You grin as a thought strikes you and edge away from Ilya. She tilts her head curiously and you shake your head.
"One moment," you say before ducking out of the stall. Your target is … there! You grab Illya and drag her, protesting, to the stall. Miyu raises a hand, startled by your actions, but you ignore her so you can push Illya into the booth. "Now, take a snuggly picture, okay? You're not getting out until I'm happy!" Illya squeaks and flounders, but Ilya merely gives you a look before shaking her head. You giggle and stick out your tongue before ducking back to give them some privacy. Now, who should go next …? About a minute goes by as you consider your options before Illya passes out a strip of pictures. The two of them are sitting slightly apart, their heads touching, and their hands joining to form a heart shape. It is appropriately snuggly. You sigh happily and look into the booth. Illya is blushing again, and Ilya looks a little uncomfortable. "Good, good! Hm, maybe you and Berserker next?" Ilya stares at you before laughing and shaking her head. She has a point - you could probably fit his head in here, but not much else. You wave Illya out, then carry Ilya out. Before you can select the next pair, however, Luvia prods Miyu forward.
"Come, Miyu. It's our turn now." Miyu stumbles, not quite resisting but definitely unfamiliar with the idea. "Auguste, be ready." Despite the command, she sends Miyu in first … well, even small minds have similar thoughts to great ones once in a while. You settle Ilya in her chair and fuss over her.
"… Thank you, Flan." You lean forward a little and turn your fussing into a hug - not tight or energetic, but the simple relaxing hug of two people holding each other. Then you pull away and stick your tongue out at her and she laughs. You look up to see Illya watching you, seeming to be slightly unhappy about something, with the butler standing very close to her. You stand up and stretch, turning the motion into a look around. Something has seemed off for a while … ah. You see a bit of suspiciously familiar black hair sitting at a bench not far from you. You can't be certain, of course, without seeing her face, but the likelihood is very high. You consider throwing her in with Luvia, but it's not worth the effort just to get a little bit of fun from tormenting Tohsaka. Besides, it's probably better to imagine how she feels about being left out - unwanted. You chuckle as you complete your scan of the surrounding area - and then Luvia steps out of the booth and the butler picks up Illya and carries her to replace his mistress. Luvia chuckles to herself before smirking at you. You shake your head. After a few minutes the two girls slip out of the booth, each with a few sheets of pictures carried unobtrusively. Illya coughs and laughs nervously as everyone gathers back together.
"Um, where were we?"
"You were about to tell us which of these places I should avoid like the plague because Tatsuko has a high probability of being there." Ilya sighs at your candid response as Illya's face falls. Luvia claps her hands.
"Before we go on, we should at least get something to eat. Auguste?" She looks around, hesitating minutely when she passes over the suspicious-looking hair, and points at a stand with meat buns and other carry-out dishes. "If you would." He bows and walks toward the stand, coming back after a few minutes with a large platter of food. Illya chuckles weakly.
"Uh, that's the place Tatsuko likes." You sigh, wondering if that implies something about Luvia, but the food does end up tasting pretty good. Just goes to show you that good taste doesn't really relate to the likelihood of survival. After the short meal, Illya looks around, contemplating where to take you next.
"Hey, Illya, you never did tell us anything about your brother." Miyu stiffens again as Illya jumps, startled. Ilya frowns, thinking, and Luvia frowns at Illya, probably wondering what she's going to be talking about.
"My brother …." Illya looks down and twiddles her thumbs, a silly grin trying to stay on her reddening face. "He's … he's kind, and gentle. He doesn't give up. He's a wonderful cook - he's great at all kinds of housework, actually. Sella keeps yelling at him to stop doing her job, but I don't think she'll get her way." You tilt your head, barely keeping an eye on Miyu as her head droops ever lower. Resentment? Or something else?
"Is he strong?" Illya laughs and shakes her head.
"Well … I mean, he's athletic and he does stuff, so he's not weak, but he's not …."
"So he's not a hero?" You glance at Ilya, but it's hard to read her face. Illya shakes her head slowly. "Then of course you're going to take care of him, right, Illyasviel von Einzbern?" Illya frowns, confused and worried.
"Um, isn't it … usually the other way around? The older sibling protects the younger one?" Ilya scoffs at the reply.
"Didn't you just say that he's not strong? He's not secretly a mage with an ability that lets him fight against Heroic Spirits, right? Then right now you are the stronger one. It is your responsibility to ensure the safety of Emiya Shirou." Luvia's jaw drops and she stares at Illya. Miyu looks back up at Ilya, frowning unhappily.
"Oh, my! A tragic backstory? Tell us, tell us!" You jump as the Device pops out from Illya's backpack and floats toward Ilya, only to be grabbed by Illya.
"Ruby! Um, I'm sorry about that." Ilya glares at the Device before closing her eyes and sighing deeply.
"Really. Berserker is a better conversationalist." She shakes her head and looks back at Illya.
"And what happens if she cannot protect - her brother?" Ilya looks at Luvia and smiles, that sweet and evil grin that you so adore.
"Then when I find out, I'll come back here, kill her, and take Emiya Shirou away." All three of the girls stiffen, either in surprise or fear, but then Miyu and Luvia step up protectively next to Illya; you sidle closer to Ilya and the butler manages to appear beside his mistress. Ilya looks them over and sighs, suddenly looking bored. "Flan, I'm tired. Let's go back to the hotel, okay?" You grin and slip to the side so you're holding the wheelchair - and then Ilya holds up a slender ivory rod before snapping it between her fingers. You appear in the lobby of the hotel, and everyone stops to stare at you as Ilya takes a shuddering breath. You hold your friend's shoulder as everyone else shakes themselves and goes about their business, ignoring the two of you except as necessary to avoid running into you. You start pushing Ilya to the elevator as she calms down. "… Did I go overboard, Flan? Should I … have not said that to her?" You think about it for a moment before leaning forward and sliding your arms around Ilya.
"If you meant it, if you really want her to protect her brother - then it's fine. You didn't go too far. If you just wanted to make her afraid of you, then it's fine, too!" Ilya laughs and leans her head back.
"Thank you, Flan. And … thank you for coming with me. I had a lot of fun." You grunt and shift so you can nuzzle her cheek-to-cheek as the elevator rises to the penthouse. Patchouli probably meant for you to learn something by having you appear in the lobby and not the suite itself, right now you're leaning toward 'wanted you to learn that she still dislikes you.' Then the elevator opens up on a rather absurd sign in a language that resembles German but very definitely isn't. You and Ilya stare at it for a moment.
"Anyway … are you really tired, Ilya?" She shudders and tears herself away from the sign, then nods.
"I am, unfortunately. I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to go to sleep." You smile and nod at her - given that you were out and about, and actually doing things for most of the daylight hours, it's not that surprising.
"It's fine, Ilya. You enjoyed yourself, right?" She nods and you reach forward to hug her. "Then everything went well." You start pushing Ilya down the hall to the main room.
What do you do?
[ ] Go to sleep as well.
[ ] Stay up and talk to Patchouli.
- Any particular questions?
[ ] Other?
DM Note: The sign:
: ACHTUNG!
ALLES TURISTEN UND NONTEKNISCHEN LOOKENPEEPERS!
DAS KOMPUTERMASCHINE IST NICHT FÜR DER GEFINGERPOKEN UND MITTENGRABEN! ODERWISE IST EASY TO SCHNAPPEN DER SPRINGENWERK, BLOWENFUSEN UND POPPENCORKEN MIT SPITZENSPARKEN.
IST NICHT FÜR GEWERKEN BEI DUMMKOPFEN. DER RUBBERNECKEN SIGHTSEEREN KEEPEN DAS COTTONPICKEN HÄNDER IN DAS POCKETS MUSS.
ZO RELAXEN UND WATSCHEN DER BLINKENLICHTEN.
ALLES TURISTEN UND NONTEKNISCHEN LOOKENPEEPERS!
DAS KOMPUTERMASCHINE IST NICHT FÜR DER GEFINGERPOKEN UND MITTENGRABEN! ODERWISE IST EASY TO SCHNAPPEN DER SPRINGENWERK, BLOWENFUSEN UND POPPENCORKEN MIT SPITZENSPARKEN.
IST NICHT FÜR GEWERKEN BEI DUMMKOPFEN. DER RUBBERNECKEN SIGHTSEEREN KEEPEN DAS COTTONPICKEN HÄNDER IN DAS POCKETS MUSS.
ZO RELAXEN UND WATSCHEN DER BLINKENLICHTEN.
- Location
- Actually pretty lost
...I don't think this is real German!
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
[X] Go to sleep as well.
Time to sit/lay down and relax.
Time to sit/lay down and relax.
[X] Go to sleep as well.
banjo2E
Has left the planet
- Location
- Mafia Town
[X] Go to sleep as well.
ultima333
Lazy Snug Youkai
Attention!
All tourists and non-technician looking-people!
The computermachine is not for the finger-poking and hand-grabbing! Otherwise it is easy to snap the spring-works, blow the fuses, and pop corks with spitting sparks.
Is not for the working of stupidheads. The rubber-necking sightseers must keep the cotten-picking hands in the pockets.
So relax and watch the blinking lights."
All tourists and non-technician looking-people!
The computermachine is not for the finger-poking and hand-grabbing! Otherwise it is easy to snap the spring-works, blow the fuses, and pop corks with spitting sparks.
Is not for the working of stupidheads. The rubber-necking sightseers must keep the cotten-picking hands in the pockets.
So relax and watch the blinking lights."
What?
[Q] Touchy the buttons!
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Arrival
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Go to sleep as well.
The door to the main room swings open when you get close and you gape at the walls as you enter. Gone are the simple white walls and the wonderful wraparound glass windows that are taller than you; in their places are shelves lined with books. You step away from the wheelchair to touch one, and sure enough, it's not just an illusion - Patchouli has gone through the trouble of either dragging her library along with her, or has gone and acquired books just so she can make the room look ugly. Although … at least this way if it rains and storms, you probably won't notice it as much. Sella glides forward from the door to one of the sleeping rooms as Leysritt bows from her position beside the door. And you don't even see Patchouli or Koakuma, so you're not sure what the whole point of the shelves is!
"Good evening, Lady Illyasviel, Lady Flandre."
"Hello, Sella. Uh, what happened here?" Ilya seems as perplexed as you, and Sella sighs.
"Miss Knowledge seems to have begun feeling unwell around midday, and this … project seems to have improved her mood, at least. She and her familiar are in the far room, working on a different project of some moderate importance." Ilya nods before shaking her head and giving you a questioning look. You answer with a shrug - you don't have any idea what she's doing, either.
"Well, I'd like to get cleaned up and then get some rest." Sella bows and takes hold of the wheelchair. "What about you, Flan?" You let a half-smile play about your lips for a moment.
"Actually, I was thinking about turning in, too." You shrug at Ilya's surprised look. "I can't do much outside that wouldn't disrupt this place, which might make it hard for you later, and I'm not sure Patchouli would let me out without someone else anyway. And not much to do in here, either. Well, I could read some of these, I guess," you say as you glance at the books on the shelves, only some of them in a language you know or a script you recognize, "… but somehow I don't think I'll be much interested in them." Ilya smiles.
"Well then, come sleep with me." You bow and follow along as Sella takes Ilya into the bathroom. The bath isn't nearly as large or opulent as Ilya deserves, but it is functional enough.
"… So, what do you think about your counterpart's existence here?" Ilya keeps staring at the water for a moment before shaking her head and sighing.
"It's … it's normal, isn't it? She's not a mage. She has the potential, certainly, but …. I wonder if my parents would have wanted this kind of life for me." You lean forward and hug her, uncaring of the water and soap.
"Well, now you have something else you can ask them when you meet them!" You don't bring up the fact that if she had grown up like this, you probably never would have met her … and if you had, you'd likely be enemies. Ilya looks up at you and smiles, relaxing slightly.
"Yes. I can do that, can't I? Thank you, Flan." She shakes her head, but as you pull yourself back you see Ilya's smile fade a little, the brightness of her face dimming just a bit. Something is still bothering her …. But she covers it well enough, and after Sella helps dry her off and dress her for sleeping, the two of you snuggle beneath the warm covers of the bed and drift off to sleep.
All it takes to wake you are whispers in the dark. "Wake them up, then! They're in the city." Sella starts to protest, but you're already awake and moving the covers before you're really sure of what they're talking about. But that's already confirmed in your mind by the time you sit up in the darkness, and Sella gasps irritatedly as you start to shake Ilya awake.
"Ilya. Ilya, time to wake up. Patchouli found something interesting." Red eyes, soft and warm with sleep, blink awake and try to focus on you.
"Flan? What is it?" You glance back at Koakuma.
"Kiritsugu and Irisviel are in the city," she says helpfully as Sella grumpily moves to get Ilya's clothes ready - but after a few seconds of processing, Ilya gasps and tries to rush out of bed. You catch her and hold her carefully before floating through the door after the magician's familiar. Sella scampers after you, carrying your and Ilya's clothes.
"Really, though, I didn't expect them this soon …." Patchouli mumbles to herself as a scene plays out in the air above one of the tables, a bird's-eye-view of a familiar silver car tearing recklessly through streets. The magician seems a little peculiar this morning, almost lively and cheerful. Ilya draws in her breath and tightens her shoulders as you watch the car make dangerously wide turns, seeming to almost get out of control at several points, before finally screeching and spinning to a halt in front of a modestly decorated home. The driver's door springs open and a beautiful woman with long white hair leaps out of the car … and runs for the tiny house across the street with barely a glance at the other home. After a few seconds the passenger's door opens as well, and a grizzled-looking man in dark clothes steps out and looks at the mansion. The image splits, one side showing Irisviel rushing up to her daughter's room to make sure she's alright, the other focusing on Kiritsugu. You glance at Patchouli.
"Can't hear anything." The magician waves off your complaint.
"It's not necessary, not right now." Ilya stiffens in your arms but doesn't complain. "I'll adjust the trace so there's sound when they start actually talking about anything important …." Her eyes narrow as Luvia and Miyu, both dressed in school uniforms, approach the gate, followed by the butler. Kiritsugu tilts his head slightly and stares at them, one hand in his coat pocket and the other holding a smallish case of some kind. Luvia seems to shout at him, angry about something, but Miyu simply stays where she is as the butler advances alongside his mistress. You glance at Patchouli again and she sighs.
"Who are you and what are you doing? That kind of reckless driving could get someone killed!" Kiritsugu doesn't react much to Luvia's outburst, simply looking over her home before returning his attention to her.
"I don't remember this being here. And I'd have heard about it if it had been built in the normal manner … just who are you?" His voice is soft and his manner of speaking smooth. Luvia crosses her arms arrogantly.
"I am Luviagelita Edelfelt. And for the second time: who are you?" Kiritsugu frowns slightly.
"Edelfelt … Edelfelt. Ah. Yes, that explains everything." He inclines his head slightly and turns away, following after Irisviel. "Emiya Kiritsugu." The hand that had been in his pocket comes out and he waves unconcernedly as he walks across the street. Luvia stares in shock before stumbling around, and Miyu simply sags in relief. In the other scene, Illya finally seems to be coming fully awake and able to answer her mother's questions.
"Ma-Mama? What are you doing here?"
"Illyasviel, what's going on? Are you alright?" Irisviel tries to hold her daughter still and stare into her eyes, but Illya looks away uncomfortably.
"I'm … I'm fine. What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Illya. Please tell me." Illya looks up at her mother and nods, but still turns to look down at her bed.
"It all started just a few days ago. I was - I … kind of accidentally made a contract with … um, Ruby?" After a moment the Device floats off the dresser where it had been laying and hovers near her. "With Ruby. I, um, I guess I'm a magical girl, now." She laughs self-consciously. "And I'm helping someone collect some cards that could be really dangerous. We - well, there's another girl like me, across the street - we captured two of the cards, but two days ago …." She shivers and trails off. That would be the night you all arrived, right? Kiritsugu stops at the doorway and leans against the frame, waiting to be noticed.
What do you do?
[ ] Suggest that you go to meet them immediately.
- [ ] In the Edelfelt mansion.
- [ ] In the Einzbern home.
[ ] Wait for them to come to you.
- [ ] You'll meet them in the lobby.
- [ ] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
- [ ] Sella will meet them in the lobby.
[ ] Other?
The door to the main room swings open when you get close and you gape at the walls as you enter. Gone are the simple white walls and the wonderful wraparound glass windows that are taller than you; in their places are shelves lined with books. You step away from the wheelchair to touch one, and sure enough, it's not just an illusion - Patchouli has gone through the trouble of either dragging her library along with her, or has gone and acquired books just so she can make the room look ugly. Although … at least this way if it rains and storms, you probably won't notice it as much. Sella glides forward from the door to one of the sleeping rooms as Leysritt bows from her position beside the door. And you don't even see Patchouli or Koakuma, so you're not sure what the whole point of the shelves is!
"Good evening, Lady Illyasviel, Lady Flandre."
"Hello, Sella. Uh, what happened here?" Ilya seems as perplexed as you, and Sella sighs.
"Miss Knowledge seems to have begun feeling unwell around midday, and this … project seems to have improved her mood, at least. She and her familiar are in the far room, working on a different project of some moderate importance." Ilya nods before shaking her head and giving you a questioning look. You answer with a shrug - you don't have any idea what she's doing, either.
"Well, I'd like to get cleaned up and then get some rest." Sella bows and takes hold of the wheelchair. "What about you, Flan?" You let a half-smile play about your lips for a moment.
"Actually, I was thinking about turning in, too." You shrug at Ilya's surprised look. "I can't do much outside that wouldn't disrupt this place, which might make it hard for you later, and I'm not sure Patchouli would let me out without someone else anyway. And not much to do in here, either. Well, I could read some of these, I guess," you say as you glance at the books on the shelves, only some of them in a language you know or a script you recognize, "… but somehow I don't think I'll be much interested in them." Ilya smiles.
"Well then, come sleep with me." You bow and follow along as Sella takes Ilya into the bathroom. The bath isn't nearly as large or opulent as Ilya deserves, but it is functional enough.
"… So, what do you think about your counterpart's existence here?" Ilya keeps staring at the water for a moment before shaking her head and sighing.
"It's … it's normal, isn't it? She's not a mage. She has the potential, certainly, but …. I wonder if my parents would have wanted this kind of life for me." You lean forward and hug her, uncaring of the water and soap.
"Well, now you have something else you can ask them when you meet them!" You don't bring up the fact that if she had grown up like this, you probably never would have met her … and if you had, you'd likely be enemies. Ilya looks up at you and smiles, relaxing slightly.
"Yes. I can do that, can't I? Thank you, Flan." She shakes her head, but as you pull yourself back you see Ilya's smile fade a little, the brightness of her face dimming just a bit. Something is still bothering her …. But she covers it well enough, and after Sella helps dry her off and dress her for sleeping, the two of you snuggle beneath the warm covers of the bed and drift off to sleep.
All it takes to wake you are whispers in the dark. "Wake them up, then! They're in the city." Sella starts to protest, but you're already awake and moving the covers before you're really sure of what they're talking about. But that's already confirmed in your mind by the time you sit up in the darkness, and Sella gasps irritatedly as you start to shake Ilya awake.
"Ilya. Ilya, time to wake up. Patchouli found something interesting." Red eyes, soft and warm with sleep, blink awake and try to focus on you.
"Flan? What is it?" You glance back at Koakuma.
"Kiritsugu and Irisviel are in the city," she says helpfully as Sella grumpily moves to get Ilya's clothes ready - but after a few seconds of processing, Ilya gasps and tries to rush out of bed. You catch her and hold her carefully before floating through the door after the magician's familiar. Sella scampers after you, carrying your and Ilya's clothes.
"Really, though, I didn't expect them this soon …." Patchouli mumbles to herself as a scene plays out in the air above one of the tables, a bird's-eye-view of a familiar silver car tearing recklessly through streets. The magician seems a little peculiar this morning, almost lively and cheerful. Ilya draws in her breath and tightens her shoulders as you watch the car make dangerously wide turns, seeming to almost get out of control at several points, before finally screeching and spinning to a halt in front of a modestly decorated home. The driver's door springs open and a beautiful woman with long white hair leaps out of the car … and runs for the tiny house across the street with barely a glance at the other home. After a few seconds the passenger's door opens as well, and a grizzled-looking man in dark clothes steps out and looks at the mansion. The image splits, one side showing Irisviel rushing up to her daughter's room to make sure she's alright, the other focusing on Kiritsugu. You glance at Patchouli.
"Can't hear anything." The magician waves off your complaint.
"It's not necessary, not right now." Ilya stiffens in your arms but doesn't complain. "I'll adjust the trace so there's sound when they start actually talking about anything important …." Her eyes narrow as Luvia and Miyu, both dressed in school uniforms, approach the gate, followed by the butler. Kiritsugu tilts his head slightly and stares at them, one hand in his coat pocket and the other holding a smallish case of some kind. Luvia seems to shout at him, angry about something, but Miyu simply stays where she is as the butler advances alongside his mistress. You glance at Patchouli again and she sighs.
"Who are you and what are you doing? That kind of reckless driving could get someone killed!" Kiritsugu doesn't react much to Luvia's outburst, simply looking over her home before returning his attention to her.
"I don't remember this being here. And I'd have heard about it if it had been built in the normal manner … just who are you?" His voice is soft and his manner of speaking smooth. Luvia crosses her arms arrogantly.
"I am Luviagelita Edelfelt. And for the second time: who are you?" Kiritsugu frowns slightly.
"Edelfelt … Edelfelt. Ah. Yes, that explains everything." He inclines his head slightly and turns away, following after Irisviel. "Emiya Kiritsugu." The hand that had been in his pocket comes out and he waves unconcernedly as he walks across the street. Luvia stares in shock before stumbling around, and Miyu simply sags in relief. In the other scene, Illya finally seems to be coming fully awake and able to answer her mother's questions.
"Ma-Mama? What are you doing here?"
"Illyasviel, what's going on? Are you alright?" Irisviel tries to hold her daughter still and stare into her eyes, but Illya looks away uncomfortably.
"I'm … I'm fine. What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Illya. Please tell me." Illya looks up at her mother and nods, but still turns to look down at her bed.
"It all started just a few days ago. I was - I … kind of accidentally made a contract with … um, Ruby?" After a moment the Device floats off the dresser where it had been laying and hovers near her. "With Ruby. I, um, I guess I'm a magical girl, now." She laughs self-consciously. "And I'm helping someone collect some cards that could be really dangerous. We - well, there's another girl like me, across the street - we captured two of the cards, but two days ago …." She shivers and trails off. That would be the night you all arrived, right? Kiritsugu stops at the doorway and leans against the frame, waiting to be noticed.
What do you do?
[ ] Suggest that you go to meet them immediately.
- [ ] In the Edelfelt mansion.
- [ ] In the Einzbern home.
[ ] Wait for them to come to you.
- [ ] You'll meet them in the lobby.
- [ ] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
- [ ] Sella will meet them in the lobby.
[ ] Other?
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
These two are mages right? I think it's a good idea for themselves to notice our true magic and our intent. Besides, Koakuma might look hostile, and Sella already exists here.
- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
These two are mages right? I think it's a good idea for themselves to notice our true magic and our intent. Besides, Koakuma might look hostile, and Sella already exists here.
Unless they think she's just another of the same 'model' of homunculi. I'm not terribly familiar with Prisma, what's their relationship with the main Einzbern family?
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
Yeah, I'd say a familiar face could be a distinct disadvantage here. Koakuma is probably better at not setting off alarms than Flandre... probably.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
Yeah, I'd say a familiar face could be a distinct disadvantage here. Koakuma is probably better at not setting off alarms than Flandre... probably.
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
With the exception of THEIR maids, they are all dead. Kiri and Iri killed them all during their coup d'etat. Unless they will think there were some operatives not present then in the castle, we will at least get their attention. Better to send Leisrit - her model was regarded failure, and Irisviel will know there were no more left - with the exception of one, they were all killed by Einzberns BEFORE Kiritsugu killed them (or they should be). Actually Irisviel is superior version of Leis's model - they were the one originally intended to be the Grail but a flaw disqualified them. Leis still can be used - as a Gown of Heaven, after transformation is triggered.
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[X] Suggest that you go to meet them immediately.
-[X] In the Edelfelt mansion.
-[X] In the Edelfelt mansion.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Votes are not locked.
For some reason, I find it really hard to write Sakuya :/
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Wait for them to come to you.
-[X] Sella will meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Suggest that you go to meet them immediately.
-[X] In the Edelfelt mansion.
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- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Wait for them to come to you.
-[X] Sella will meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Suggest that you go to meet them immediately.
-[X] In the Edelfelt mansion.
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For some reason, I find it really hard to write Sakuya :/
Sakuya stood atop the school building and looked down at the students in the sports fields - normal humans, most of them, at least as far as she could tell. Sprinkled among them, of course, were the 'fairies,' the boisterous hooligans who claimed to be looking for a god. She sighed; her brusque refusal of their leader's invitation had drawn the ire of a pair of boys, one with a halberd and the other with a Japanese sword, but due as much to their own foolishness and inability as to her own superiority, she had humiliated them. Of course, she had then left an apology in the group's 'headquarters,' as well as disarming the easily-broken safety measures on the booby-traps guarding the room. As a result, she now had a shadow … she glanced over her shoulder at the curious 'ninja' student who had taken to following her around. The girl stayed in corners and darkness, although Sakuya had managed to perplex her by ensuring that one room she frequented had well-lit corners and somewhat-shaded interiors. She shook her head and straightened the maid uniform she wore; for once, her mistress seemed to have miscalculated badly. The school had a 'home economics' course, which included sewing, and so she had made it one of her first duties to create and maintain a proper wardrobe. As the days passed, she began making forays into achieving her mistress's desires - the nature of the 'angel,' at least according to those who opposed her; music lessons; where it was possible to fish. For now, the 'angel' was her target, and, as if by clockwork, the girl walked across the field, searching for any miscreants or other evidence of wrongdoing.
Sakuya sighed; the girl seemed so much like she had been, once - alone, apart from other humans. But where Sakuya had been set apart by her power and the way that power had changed her, the girl seemed to be alone as much by her own volition as by the shunning of others. Of course, she did have some power of her own - the one combat she had witnessed had shown that much. But the normal students that refused to interact with her seemed unaware of it. Was this how others viewed her? She liked to think not - certainly the fairy maids didn't consider her placid and unassuming! She was certainly more vocal than this girl - and, of course, more perfect and elegant in many ways. And her mistress had suggested that she fight alongside the girl …. Why? To give the girl a sense of companionship? She would not be staying here long. To grant her victory? Any victory would be short-lived, due to the nature of the world, and Sakuya hardly need to fight 'alongside' her in order to grant her victory.
"You know, we really could use your help. Noda and Fujimaki may be idiots, but they're pretty good fighters. The way you took them down …." Sakuya turned to look at the burgundy-haired girl standing at the top of the stairs.
"I refuse." The girl crossed her arms angrily.
"Will you at least tell me why? I won't let you off this roof if you don't tell me!" Sakuya looked deliberately at the girl, then at the ground several stories below. A possibly survivable fall … of course, Sakuya could fly. Even so.
"Assisting you would possibly interfere with my mistress's wishes." On the other hand … she called the girl's group fairies for their stupidity and refusal to die, but the girl herself had much more in common with Lady Remilia. Of course, she lacked that lady's charm, intelligence, charisma, power, ruthlessness, friends, family … Sakuya sighed. That the girl couldn't compare was obvious, but she did seem to create outrageous plans whole-cloth the way her mistress would.
"That's a stupid reason. Give me a better one." Sakuya smiled at her.
"I will give you a three-second warning. Three seconds after I finish this sentence, I will put a knife through your heart." The girl blinked, momentarily stunned, but the shadow she had assigned to watch Sakuya twitched. Sakuya spread her arms to display her lack of weaponry, and at the third second time froze. She walked across the roof to the girl, drew a thin knife from her thigh-sheath, and as time unfroze she drove it back through the girl's heart, striking her from behind. The other girl dove across the roof at her, blades drawn, but Sakuya simply stepped into her attack, disarmed her, and put her into an armlock. She made a note to thank Meiling for all those lessons. "Now, you will not bother me, and I will not bother you. If I decide to change those terms, I will leave a note in your headquarters. Is that understood?" The girl remained silent for a long moment before nodding. Sakuya released her and she darted sideways to stand protectively over her fallen leader. Sakuya shrugged. "I will not attack you, and neither you nor your companions will attack me. That is the deal. If I decide to remove the deal, I will give you a fair warning. If you attack me, we shall see just how effective your inability to die really is; I warn you, I can be quite inventive." The ninja-girl nodded once more and Sakuya turned to walk down the stairs, already cataloging ideas - made into the school's lunches and fed to students, cut into small pieces and buried far apart …. But that was only a possibility. For now, she had to learn more about the girl that the fairy students called an angel, and the most reliable source seemed to be the girl herself. She sighed; the things she did for her mistress.
Sakuya sighed; the girl seemed so much like she had been, once - alone, apart from other humans. But where Sakuya had been set apart by her power and the way that power had changed her, the girl seemed to be alone as much by her own volition as by the shunning of others. Of course, she did have some power of her own - the one combat she had witnessed had shown that much. But the normal students that refused to interact with her seemed unaware of it. Was this how others viewed her? She liked to think not - certainly the fairy maids didn't consider her placid and unassuming! She was certainly more vocal than this girl - and, of course, more perfect and elegant in many ways. And her mistress had suggested that she fight alongside the girl …. Why? To give the girl a sense of companionship? She would not be staying here long. To grant her victory? Any victory would be short-lived, due to the nature of the world, and Sakuya hardly need to fight 'alongside' her in order to grant her victory.
"You know, we really could use your help. Noda and Fujimaki may be idiots, but they're pretty good fighters. The way you took them down …." Sakuya turned to look at the burgundy-haired girl standing at the top of the stairs.
"I refuse." The girl crossed her arms angrily.
"Will you at least tell me why? I won't let you off this roof if you don't tell me!" Sakuya looked deliberately at the girl, then at the ground several stories below. A possibly survivable fall … of course, Sakuya could fly. Even so.
"Assisting you would possibly interfere with my mistress's wishes." On the other hand … she called the girl's group fairies for their stupidity and refusal to die, but the girl herself had much more in common with Lady Remilia. Of course, she lacked that lady's charm, intelligence, charisma, power, ruthlessness, friends, family … Sakuya sighed. That the girl couldn't compare was obvious, but she did seem to create outrageous plans whole-cloth the way her mistress would.
"That's a stupid reason. Give me a better one." Sakuya smiled at her.
"I will give you a three-second warning. Three seconds after I finish this sentence, I will put a knife through your heart." The girl blinked, momentarily stunned, but the shadow she had assigned to watch Sakuya twitched. Sakuya spread her arms to display her lack of weaponry, and at the third second time froze. She walked across the roof to the girl, drew a thin knife from her thigh-sheath, and as time unfroze she drove it back through the girl's heart, striking her from behind. The other girl dove across the roof at her, blades drawn, but Sakuya simply stepped into her attack, disarmed her, and put her into an armlock. She made a note to thank Meiling for all those lessons. "Now, you will not bother me, and I will not bother you. If I decide to change those terms, I will leave a note in your headquarters. Is that understood?" The girl remained silent for a long moment before nodding. Sakuya released her and she darted sideways to stand protectively over her fallen leader. Sakuya shrugged. "I will not attack you, and neither you nor your companions will attack me. That is the deal. If I decide to remove the deal, I will give you a fair warning. If you attack me, we shall see just how effective your inability to die really is; I warn you, I can be quite inventive." The ninja-girl nodded once more and Sakuya turned to walk down the stairs, already cataloging ideas - made into the school's lunches and fed to students, cut into small pieces and buried far apart …. But that was only a possibility. For now, she had to learn more about the girl that the fairy students called an angel, and the most reliable source seemed to be the girl herself. She sighed; the things she did for her mistress.
Motile Mollusc
Bitten by a radioactive were-tilde
- Location
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[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Votes are not locked.
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Sella will meet them in the lobby.
2
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Suggest that you go to meet them immediately.
- [X] In the Edelfelt mansion.
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- [X] You'll meet them in the lobby.
2
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Sella will meet them in the lobby.
2
[X] Wait for them to come to you.
- [X] Koakuma will meet them in the lobby.
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[X] Suggest that you go to meet them immediately.
- [X] In the Edelfelt mansion.
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Motile Mollusc
Bitten by a radioactive were-tilde
- Location
- Here
So, we need one more voter for the Edelfelt mansion, and 2 more for the Einzbern?